Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Rachel Lynch
‘Good news?’ Johnny asked. She turned to him. He’d lost his lustre. Something had gone, she could tell. She reached to take his hand.
‘I’m hoping that I might finally have a break.’ She stopped walking and made a call to Eden House to process the warrant; they had enough to get a magistrate to turn it around quickly. It was a quick call.
‘What makes someone so fucked up that they go round killing strangers for kicks?’ Johnny asked, as they set off again. They were alone on the track and could speak freely. Kelly had left Kate and Rob in charge, happy that the scene was secure and as sterile as possible. Forensics were combing the area on hands and knees. She could tell that Johnny was moving into an angry phase of processing what had happened. It was necessary.
‘Where do I start? Childhood trauma? Abuse? Growing up thinking that hurting people and animals is normal.’ She thought about what she just said and realised that something Demi told her made sense. Serial murderers often hurt animals in their early years, often starting as children. They then seemed to travel a path of gruesome graduation to human beings: sometimes random, sometimes loved ones. It was a mirror image of The Teacher’s childhood. She thought about Jock Harris. There was still no sign of him.
‘Will you come on a short detour with me to Raven Crag?’
‘What for?’
‘That’s where the address is.’
‘Am I supposed to accompany you?’
‘You’re an important witness, and valuable to the case. More importantly, it’s an opportunity being over this side of the National Park. Apparently there were some vehicles in garages and I want to know if one of them is a Fiat camper. You can identify it for me. I feel safer when you’re around,’ she added. He stopped and turned to her. They embraced and she let the tension leave her body. She desperately wanted to distract him.
‘I’ve been thinking about our holiday,’ he said.
‘Really?’
‘I’m not sure if we should go and leave Josie, now.’
They started to walk again.
‘I understand. Why don’t we wait and see? It’d be good for her to spend time with Ted. He has a calm and secure way about him that rubs off on those around him. He’s like therapy, or at least he is for me.’
‘Josie really loves him.’
‘I know she does, and he spoils her rotten.’
He smiled and nodded. ‘Maybe it’s me, I don’t want to risk leaving her, rather than it being to protect her.’
‘You’re bound to be even more protective of her now. It’s natural.’