Back Blood Rites
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

‘So, yesterday, about ten in the morning, we shopped at Booths in Keswick for everything we needed for today. We try to stay as self-sufficient as we can, and we manage to an extent, but for a gathering we need extra.’

Kate and Rob waited patiently. Rob was the one tasked with taking notes. Fred carried on, with Sandra nodding. ‘We finished in Keswick about three in the afternoon because we stopped for lunch at the new organic place.’

‘So there’ll be parking and till receipts,’ Kate said. It wasn’t a question. Rob made a note of the restaurant name. ‘Carry on,’ said Kate.

‘We came home, unpacked the shopping. Then I began making all the bread rolls for today. That took me all afternoon,’ Sandra said.

‘So you didn’t travel south on the A591 towards Great How?’

‘No.’ The couple looked at one another again.

Kate had already checked CCTV footage for Carry returning north, and she hadn’t found any. There’d been no more record of her driving south after the next traffic camera at the Wythburn car park, so she had to have stopped between those two destinations. They’d already entered the number plates of everybody currently on the investigative list on the Mary Hales case, and Fred’s car hadn’t been down that way. Though it didn’t mean that he hadn’t driven another vehicle and Sandra was covering for him. It was unlikely, but they weren’t off the hook yet.

‘We need all the vehicle registration plates of your guests, as well as descriptions of their vehicles. Do any of them own a Fiat campervan?’

Fred and Sandra shook their heads.

‘Thank you both. One reason we came back, apart from as part of our inquiry into the death of the young journalist and to warn you of further press interest, was because a name popped up in one of the statements given by a guest here today and it’s of interest to us. Have either of you heard of a woman named Edna Beverley?’

‘Of course. Edna was a dear friend. She died of a broken heart after her son, William, went missing. They never found him. It was terrible.’

‘And that’s what the witness told us. They mentioned her because DI Porter was asking about past members of your group, and she specifically asked them about Kirk Junker.’

Fred and Sandra looked puzzled.

‘Well, the thing is that this afternoon, we received a phone call from one of your guests, wanting to add information, and that’s exactly what DI Porter told them all: if they remembered anything else, get in touch.’

‘Right,’ said Fred.

‘He told us that Edna had an on-off relationship with Kirk Junker too. Is this true?’

‘Crikey. I think that might have been before our time. We only came here from Shap ten years ago. Who told you that?’

‘Jock Harris.’