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

Kelly watched as spittle gathered at the corners of Fred’s mouth. He was on a rant and she allowed him to continue, in the hope that he’d let something out that she could finally fucking work with. It was refreshing and she wanted to egg him on further. She sat back and watched the show. It was his turn to bang his fists on the table. The uniform tasked with chaperoning the detectives moved forward, but Kelly motioned to him that everything was all right. Will came back in the room. Fred glared at him.

‘We’re rotten to the core! Politics, police, doctors, banks! All of you! Money, money, money! Me, me, me! Fake, fake, fake! All of it! There was no helping poor Daphne, no more than we could have stopped him butchering Mary. For all we know, he took Edna’s William and abused him too.’

‘He wasn’t the only one, Fred. There are thousands of missing children in this country. Have you heard of Kevin Good? And the animals he tortured? Did you know about that? It wasn’t just a wren bonfire he liked. Dogs, cats, sheep, livestock? High Rigg? Birkett Mire?’

Fred’s pained face changed in a moment.

‘Birkett Mire? He talked about that place all the time. He raved about it, how the land was sacred and no one should be able to claim it. He said that the alignment from Castlerigg at Mabon was the most important of all: even more than the solstice at Stonehenge.’

‘Now you remember what he talked about? This is better, Fred, come on, tell me.’

‘Y-yes. I know. I—’

‘So Threlkeld is special because of the alignment? But what is special to him? How does he regard a special place such as that? Does he live there? Pray there? Kill there? We sent a car to have a look round and they’ve reported nothing. What about this place he boasted about, was that Threlkeld? Wait a minute. Was it anywhere near Thirlmere? Off the Great How turning to Raven Crag?’

‘He stayed wherever he could in what he could. A stolen campervan would do.’

‘A campervan? What model?’

‘I never said he still had it…’

‘What model?’

‘Fiat.’

‘When was the last time you saw Jock?’

‘Yesterday morning.’

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