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

‘You’re asking how I am? You don’t speak to me for six months and you call me up to say hello now, you want something?’

Kelly sighed. Her chances of changing Nikki’s attitude were about as strong as Brexit going smoothly through parliament. She slammed the oven door and opened the fridge, looking for salad, with her phone under her chin.

‘Nikki, you haven’t called me or made an effort, either. It’s not my job to chase you. You don’t even like me, let’s be honest here. But I do think about you.’

‘Well, thank you, Your Highness.’

‘All right, let’s cut the bullshit. Carry Tomlin. Did she interview you for that piece in the paper about the police being crap?’

‘Why?’

‘You must have heard that she was murdered?’

‘Of course, it’s all anyone is talking about. If you’re calling me, it means you haven’t caught the bastard yet. Reminds me of something.’

‘I’m sorry I didn’t find The Teacher sooner. I tried my best. How are the girls?’

Nikki sighed. Kelly thought the change in tone might be a breakthrough.

‘Charlie is driving now. Ria’s tenth birthday is soon. She wants to go bowling. You can come if you want. She misses Mum.’

‘I can understand that. I miss her too. I’d love to come to her birthday, text me the details. I’ll be there.’

‘The journalist found me; I didn’t go to her. It was because of The Teacher. I didn’t want to talk to her at first but she’s persistent. She was persistent. Like you. Massive balls.’

‘I don’t know about that.’

‘She said she’d be happy to meet anywhere I wanted to, and that she normally went wherever her sources wanted.’

‘And did she mention any others she had coming up?’

‘I asked her about the story on all the voodoo crap and she got very excited, saying there were more articles planned and she had plenty of people willing to talk.’

‘What was she like?’

‘Flaky. Hard-nosed and self-centred. Again, a bit like you.’

‘Thanks. Did she mention Mary Hales’ death?’

‘Yes. She said she reckoned she could find out who did it faster than the police could.’

‘That’s what I thought.’

‘Do you think you know who did it?’

‘Not yet, but the investigation is moving along well. Have you ever heard of someone called Kirk Junker or Harry O’Connor?’