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

‘What concerns me most is not what you’ve told me but what you haven’t told me. You spent time with this man. You understand how his mind worked. In fact, you fathomed just how dangerous he was way before the others, didn’t you? You figured it out, you rumbled him. Because of your affection for Mary, you wanted to protect her. Not even Jock sussed it, did he? Why did Daphne keep a picture of herself with Jock in her wallet?’

Fred wrung his hands and Kelly saw tears in his eyes.

‘You can’t save Mary now, but you could save someone else. These types of killers don’t stop, Fred. Our profiler has seen it a thousand times before, all over the world: they’re sick. They think what they’re doing is normal, justice even.’

Fred nodded.

‘We know Kirk Junker isn’t his real name. We had to pry that out of your group and I know there’s more not being shared. Tell me about him!’ She raised her voice again and Fred put his hands to his face and began to weep. Kelly looked at Will, who raised his brow. An officer came into the room and passed Kelly a note. Jock Harris was not at home, and his newspaper was still on his porch from yesterday.

Kelly felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.

‘We all thought he was abusing his daughter,’ Fred said. His shoulders heaved after he’d got the burden off his chest.

‘Daphne?’

‘Yes.’

She thought about what The Teacher had said and recalled the notes from the Penrith and Lakes they’d found on the system. A girl was brought in and examined but disappeared shortly after with her mother. It had been just when The Teacher said, 2013. The same year of the High Rigg animal cruelty case. It gave her an idea. If this family was constantly on the move, then chances were they’d gone not just from campsite to campsite, but from county to county. She turned to DS Phillips.

‘Can you get someone to send out a notice to all forces across England and Wales for history of unsolved animal cruelty cases or child disappearances linked to the travelling community? Put out the photofit again, and the picture of the girl with Jock Harris in view.’

Appeals such as these were first handled locally. Appealing nationally cost money and it had to be justified. They’d received nothing back from Essex Police regarding Jock’s statement that Kirk had originated from there. Will left the room.