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

‘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.’