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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Chapter 42
  44. Chapter 43
  45. Chapter 44
  46. Chapter 45
  47. Chapter 46
  48. Chapter 47
  49. Chapter 48
  50. Chapter 49
  51. Chapter 50
  52. Chapter 51
  53. Chapter 52
  54. Chapter 53
  55. Chapter 54
  56. Chapter 55
  57. Chapter 56
  58. Chapter 57
  59. Chapter 58
  60. Chapter 59
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Chapter 61
  63. Chapter 62
  64. Chapter 63
  65. Acknowledgements
  66. Canelo Crime
  67. About the Author
  68. 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.’

Chapter 4