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
‘That’s because it’s never really been English. It’s more Celtic. Neither the Romans nor the Anglo-Saxons could be bothered to come this far, and when they did, they found tribes of hard nuts willing to fight to the death.’
‘Northerners! You’re a history teacher all of a sudden?’
‘No, I studied biology, but one of my colleagues is a history buff.’
‘Which one? I like them all.’
‘Ted Wallis, the coroner. He’s a fan of yours, in fact he’s coming to listen to one of your lectures tomorrow.’
‘You’re lucky to have such a tight-knit team. It’s what most detectives and SIOs dream of. To work with the same coroner all the time must be fabulous. That must make life a lot easier.’
‘It’s not London.’
‘I can see that. It reminds me of a few investigations I worked on in the Isles of Scilly years ago – everyone knew each other, there was no need for CCTV because the islanders bloody knew everything. The perps didn’t stand a chance!’
‘It’s not that cosy here. If only I could find a few key players, I reckon I could get to the bottom of this craziness. I know another one’s coming, and soon.’
‘I agree.’
Kelly unlocked her front door and they went in.
‘Welcome,’ Kelly said. Early evening orange sun flooded through the north-facing windows of the house, filling the kitchen with a Mediterranean glow. The back of the house, overlooking the river from its tiny terrace, was darker, but no less captivating; it had the lion’s share of the sunshine throughout the day. Demi went through the double doors and peered over the fence to the water below.
‘It’s so peaceful! So now I know why you were in such a rush to come back home. Where’s your man?’
‘My man? I love how you speak your mind, Demi. That’s one of the things I hated about London: all those egos and pretence. Johnny should be joining us soon.’
‘And he’s a mountain rescuer? How chivalrous! And sexy as hell.’
‘He does that part time when required, the rest of his time he invests his army pension and enters crazy endurance races.’
‘I can’t wait to meet him.’
‘He’ll be here soon. You’ll like him, he’s very casual. He’s been sailing all day. He’ll make sure his daughter is safe and tucked up at home, and then he’ll be over. People are jumpy round here at the moment, and rightly so. The journalist’s articles were fairly high profile and the gossip circulating regarding her death hasn’t died down yet.’
Demi nodded. ‘Has anyone had a sniff of the occult angle yet?’
‘Not that I know of. I know that a few national papers have been in touch with the press office, give it time, stuff always leaks.’
‘Quite.’