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
They reached the car and set off back north, travelling through the valley and around Derwent Water in silence. They had so many cheerful memories of this lake, and the many others, that it was difficult to marry the vision out of the car window with their current brief. When they turned off the Keswick roundabout and headed south, down the A591, Kelly began to get butterflies in her stomach. DC Emma Hide called from Eden House and informed her that the CCTV cameras at the climbing centre had picked up a Fiat campervan several times over the last couple of weeks. She’d checked the times and they coincided with when Johnny’s daughter had her lessons.
Kelly felt sick. ‘Are the plates visible?’
‘Yes, and I’ve run it through the ANPR. It’s not registered or insured, but there are several hits of it travelling around the Lake District. I’ve got a few grainy images but the ID of the driver is unclear. It has been picked up on the A66 both ways several times, and one was the Friday ninth of September.’
‘Mary’s murder.’
‘As well as north and south on the A591 on Tuesday thirteenth.’
‘Carry’s murder.’
‘There was a hit this morning on the Keswick roundabout, but we don’t know which exit it took. Then again at four thirty p.m., east on the A66.’
‘That is excellent work, Emma. Thanks.’
She felt Johnny’s glance. ‘Things are moving. I need that campervan to be at this address.’
‘What if it is? Are you prepared?’
The news from Emma about the CCTV was compelling. She made the decision to request an armed response vehicle to attend the farmhouse, and it was granted. The squad car was to wait at the gates, and the ARV would approach the property first. They’d rendezvous at the entrance. The team in Penrith was available.
When they turned off the road which led to Great Raven Farm, Kelly noticed two things. Fresh tyre tracks in the mud, and the fact that the gates were wide open. The ARV team was moments behind and pulled up silently. Introductions were made hastily and the mission discussed. Kelly laid out her objectives and what she knew of the suspected residents of the property, as well as the fact that there was potentially a fourth victim inside. She described Jock Harris. She took care to describe Kirk Junker and showed them his photofit, along with the photo of Daphne and Jock.
‘If the suspect is inside the property then he needs to be apprehended straight away. In all honesty, I don’t know what we’ll find. You’ll need forced entry equipment. A squad car has already checked the property before and got no response from any potential occupants. However, they did report several locked barns.’