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
‘What do you mean? Was she in some sort of trouble?’
‘Have you heard the news? The young woman found wandering at Castlerigg?’
‘Yes. Are you telling me that’s her?’ Fred had heard the story on the local radio. He’d discussed it with Sandra. They’d said how awful and wretched the girl must feel. He went across to the radio and flicked it on. The news was halfway through but, at the end, they mentioned the girl. The announcer said that a photograph had been released by the police. Joe got out his iPhone and googled the story. The photo of the girl flashed on his screen.
‘I hate those things. They’re everywhere.’
‘They come in handy sometimes. Look.’
Fred looked at the dog, who scuttled back to bed and peered upwards towards the two men, doubtful of what to make of their exchange. Fred didn’t want to look at his friend’s phone. He didn’t want to welcome the vision into the sanctity of his home.
‘I found her, Fred – well, Callum found her. But I didn’t tell the police that I knew her, and she didn’t know me. She definitely didn’t recognise me.’
‘You’re mistaken there, boy. Of course she recognised you.’
Chapter 9
Fred made a point of watching the TV report closely that night. Sandra came home with wild boar sausages from the same farmer friend based near Keswick, and she cooked them on the fire with a berry sauce and some chard from late summer offerings in their garden. They’d invited Jock, as often happened. Freshly pulled potatoes smothered in butter and salt finished the fayre and they were all satisfied. Sandra tidied the dishes, leaving the men to watch the news. Fred didn’t tell Jock about Joe’s visit but he watched him carefully as the police photo came on screen.
‘Police are appealing for a woman who was found wandering around the stone circle at Castlerigg on Saturday morning to come forward. The Cumbria Constabulary has issued a statement seeking confirmation that the woman is safe. She left the Penrith and Lakes Hospital at around two p.m. on Monday afternoon in clothes similar to these in the photograph, given to her by hospital staff. The woman, who is said to be around twenty years of age, is said to be suffering from amnesia and may not be capable of looking after herself. Police are eager to establish her wellbeing. Anybody with information should contact the help desk number shown on the screen now, or email us, message us on Twitter, using the hashtag #cumbriaconstabulary, or use our Facebook page. It is unknown whether the woman is local to the area or just visiting. As the cold nights draw in, folks, keep a lookout for the woman shown in the photograph.’