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
Kelly brought the mugshot of the woman, taken hastily upon her admission to hospital, up on her iPad. She looked like a frightened little bird, dishevelled and disorientated, as well she might. The photo was utterly unflattering, but it was all they had. At least they had eye and hair colour, face and ear shape, as well as a few expressions, which was more than they had on other cases. Kelly stared at it. Despite the grime and the fear, the young woman was stunning. Her bright blue eyes were hauntingly piercing and her mouth fell slightly open, framed by full lips and perfectly round features. It was an unforgettable face.
‘She’s physically healthy, right?’ Kelly asked.
‘She’s being assessed still.’
‘No, what I mean is, she wasn’t obviously hurt, or malnourished or at death’s door. In other words, she’d been looked after. She wasn’t starving or destitute.’
‘That would appear to be the case.’ Rob looked at the photo of the woman, who’d been given a blouse and some joggers in hospital, and her face had been washed. She looked terrified and vacant at the same time. Kelly studied her.
‘I reckon she’s about twenty, what do you think?’
‘I’m useless at things like that, guv. I thought you were twenty.’
‘Oh, piss off! Look at her eyes: they’re plump and open. Look: her skin is thick and fleshy – a classic sign of youth. She hasn’t got a wrinkle. Head injury?’
‘Don’t think so.’
‘Gross and fine motor skills?’
‘Under investigation.’
‘Come on, Rob, you need a break. Kate can you take over for a bit? Rob, get your coat. Let’s pay the hospital a visit. Where are the others?’
‘Will’s coordinating a perimeter of about five miles, setting up requests for sightings, unusual activity, and reports of vehicles on that part of the A66 in the early hours of Saturday, up to around first light. The items from the scene have been inputted into the lab system so analysis can start straight away.’
‘How many objects were pulled from the scene?’
‘Around a hundred. Mainly litter, I think, as well as the tyre tracks.’
‘Good work. Come on, let’s go.’