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

‘Barely. He’s got some pretty horrible injuries but he’s breathing.’

‘Is he able to tell you his name?’

‘It’s Jock. That’s all we got out of him. We’ve got an ambulance on the way.’

Kelly looked at her phone and brought up the email of the pentacle. She entered the last two locations: Woden’s Face and Threlkeld Quarry. They fit perfectly and she shook her head, annoyed with herself for not pinpointing them. But it was an impossible task and no one could have done it. There was only one point missing: the top of the pentagram. And that was somewhere on Lonscale Fell.

She left the farmhouse and went out into the fresh air. More vehicles arrived and a CSI team greeted her. They’d process the whole lot and, judging by the amount of crap inside, it’d take them days. She asked for a pair of shoe covers and gloves and went back inside. The house was simply laid out, or the rooms that were in use. As she wandered around, taking in the scene, she noticed three pairs of wellington boots slung beside a door. She turned them upside down and one of them was a size eight.

Someone shouted from outside. A Fiat campervan had been discovered inside one of the garages, as well as Carry Tomlin’s silver Ford Mondeo. Whoever did this was messy, and she was confident that if Carry was killed in here before being dumped at Thirlmere, there’d be DNA evidence. They would also examine the jaws and bite shapes of the three dogs before they were destroyed, though Kelly was pretty confident that they’d match Carry Tomlin’s wounds. She walked through the room where the bodies were being photographed, and came out into a hall. The ARV team confirmed that no other persons were inside the house, so she knew she was safe. She found a bathroom and recoiled at the conditions. Had Kirk Junker really made his family live here? Was Daphne safe or was finding her now even more unlikely?

The bath was relatively clean, though there were some cleaning products. Maybe this was where Carry was bathed and drowned. A lab could test the molecular structure of the products present and compare them to what Ted had collected from Carry’s lungs. She left the room and tried another. It was fairly tidy and even homely. A couch looked inviting and a table was laid with candles and trinkets. It wasn’t until she went closer that she recognised the layout and knew that she was staring at an altar.