Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Rachel Lynch
As she did so, she called in a patrol car. The man she was about to interview was the man in the photograph next to Daphne, found in the girl’s wallet.
Chapter 35
Before Kelly arrived back at Eden House, news of the body of a dead woman, found on the edge of Thirlmere reservoir near a car park, had made its way to the investigation team. One of the uniforms on site, when called to the spot by a member of the public who’d been preparing to climb Helvellyn, had taped off the area for a search, and noticed wounds to the woman’s neck, arms and legs that looked like animal bites. Any such concern was immediately viewed as suspicious and the crime squad involved.
Kelly parked and spoke to DS Umshaw on her phone, Kate told her the few details they knew about the woman, and that Dr Demi Cramer was waiting for her in the incident room. Kelly didn’t know what to do first: eat, get a coffee, or punch something. Jock Harris had given her very little. He’d confirmed that the photograph was of him and Daphne, but it was a one-off at a barbecue, hosted by the O’Reillys, years ago, when Kirk was a member of the group. He too hadn’t seen the police appeal, because, like most of the others, he didn’t possess a TV. He said he had no idea why the young girl would keep his photograph and found it as odd as they did, though she did seem to fixate on people.
She turned her attention to the new case. Life went on, cases didn’t stop because they were working on another. Regarding the identity of the dead woman at Thirlmere, there were no current missing person reports, and no ID on the body, but an officer at the scene had tentatively suggested that he knew who she might be. He’d named her as the journalist Carry Tomlin.
‘How sure is he?’ Kelly spoke into her phone.
‘He doesn’t need to be sure, guv. We got sent the images taken by the CSI ten minutes ago. It’s her. She’s been taken to the mortuary in Carlisle and her NOK have been informed; they’ll be requested to formally ID the body when the coroner is ready.
‘Ted Wallis?’
‘Yes, guv.’