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

‘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.’