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
The team of four armed men acknowledged her caution and checked in with their strategic firearms commander. They had their own chain of command, for accountability. The worst scenario in any situation such as this one was that a weapon would be fired. The best outcome was always that the building was secured and cleared for entry by unarmed officers and detectives. Kelly hated the waiting around, but knew that it was a fundamental aspect of searching a property.
Adrenaline always pumped in situations like this. The team wore armour and helmets and checked their weapons, speaking in their own language, it seemed: in code and firearm speak. They were like a wing of the police force rather than inside the body, and everyone respected them and the risks they took. Kelly shook their hands.
One nodded over to her vehicle and to Johnny.
‘Crucial witness,’ she said. The officer nodded and briefed his men. He was in charge. They advanced towards the property.
Kirk Junker could have easily moved his family elsewhere, spooked by the last squad car visit.
Kelly went back to her car to listen to events unfold on the radio. Johnny remained quiet and distant. It pained her to see him so lacking in spirit or life. She’d seen it before: parents whose innate mission is to protect their kids from the madness of the world, failing – in their eyes – to have fulfilled their duty.
In the distance, Kelly heard dogs. A shot of stress hormone hit her stomach and she thought of Carry Tomlin’s bite wounds. The noise was acknowledged by radio, and the four-man response team approached the property with caution. They reported every visual, and Kelly felt with them, part of the team. The unarmed squad car waited alongside. They’d be second to go in.
The wait was tense.
The radio crackled and they heard shouting as they heard the team move around, checking entrances and locks. A decision was made to force their way in through a wooden door that looked as though it would break easiest. They were right. It didn’t take them long to get in. Kelly listened to the radio as room by room was declared cleared and secure. The temptation to approach the building was intense and almost too much. Kelly paced up and down outside her car. Even Johnny got out.
‘Oh my God,’ they heard over the radio.
Johnny and Kelly looked at one another.
‘That’s the whole property clear. DI Porter, you need to come and see this.’
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Kelly looked across at Johnny. ‘I think you should wait here.’