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

She started the car and pulled away. She figured it was time now to spell it out and she told him about her conversations with Demi and The Teacher, about balance, control, and, again, about the significance of the pentagram. Johnny sat in silence.

‘The next one will be full of rage,’ Kelly said.

‘You’re expecting five? How do you do this? It doesn’t matter how many people you put away, there’s always more out there.’

‘That’s why I do it.’

She called Kate and Rob on hands-free to find out where they were, and tell them she was on her way.

‘Look for the air symbol. It could be anywhere: on the ground, on the rock, in the trees, on the body.’ She winced and checked herself, aware of Johnny sat beside her. She altered her voice to a whisper and put her left hand on Johnny’s lap. He held it and nodded. He knew it was necessary.

‘Has the body been moved yet?’ she asked quietly.

‘Yes, it was taken by the emergency services. No one thought that it could be anything else but an accident.’

‘Fuck.’ She swore under her breath. ‘Where’s he been taken?’

‘Penrith and Lakes.’

‘Call them and make sure no one touches him, and call the coroner: Ted Wallis. No one else.’

‘Right, boss. I spoke to the first responder and they’re still on the scene, making sure no one gets anywhere near. CSI is on route from Cockermouth and they’re bringing a forensic officer with them. The three climbers who gave statements about the rope are still there.’

‘Good.’

After the call, Kelly glanced at Johnny.

‘Tell me what happened,’ she asked. He began slowly, trying to remember every last detail. She took it in, and tried to picture the scene. He spoke quietly and mechanically. Kelly tried to concentrate on the road, but what she really wanted to do was pull over and hold him, and tell him that it was all right to cry, or scream, or kick something. She felt the burden of his pain. He outlined what he’d seen.

‘So, no one was at the top of the rock face. Isn’t that unusual?’

‘Kev would have been, as the lead climber. It’s a training face, nothing should have presented a problem for him. He said he’d already checked the ropes and the route up. He was no amateur. If he said those ropes were sound, then they were.’

‘What other ways are there up to the top apart from climbing?’

‘You’d have to walk through the trees on the other side.’

‘Would you need a vehicle? Where would you park?’

‘It’d depend on where you came from. There’s plenty of bothies and cottages around about. If you drove, I suppose it’d be Watendlath, but that’s a long walk.’

‘Not for someone not in a hurry.’

‘Fleeing a murder scene?’