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

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.’