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Chapters (65)
  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. Acknowledgements
  65. Detective Kelly Porter

‘Congratulations, mate! That’s fantastic news.’ The marina was a precarious venture, and Johnny knew that Graeme was never sure where his next mortgage payment was coming from, never mind the maintenance for his two daughters. He didn’t know what sort of a man the new owner was, but he had no doubt that Graeme would deliver for him. Once the landowner realised his worth, perhaps it would lead to bigger things, like managing the whole estate. Johnny raised his glass and clinked it against Graeme’s.

They fell into comfortable conversation, with Johnny asking Tilly polite questions about her holiday. Something about the way she paused before answering stuck in his mind; he found her charming, but a little out of place. He told them about the incident on Scafell this morning. Graeme agreed that the classification should be changed from a Grade 1 scramble to an official climb with ropes. It wasn’t that the people who became stuck there were incompetent; simply that one trip could lead to serious injury because of the terrain. It was the same on Helvellyn’s Striding Edge. Most of the fatalities there were as a result of losing one’s footing, but it was a bit like a Great White taking a test bite: it never ended well. Any fall onto sheer rock could kill, and trips and accidents happened even to professionals, but they just couldn’t get it across that inexperienced walkers shouldn’t attempt certain routes.

‘How’s Kelly getting on down south?’ Graeme asked.

‘She’s doing all right. I’m not sure she was too keen, but the case has turned into something national, I think.’

‘That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.’

‘Kelly?’

‘No. Her case. Is she still looking into the Allerdale House burglary?’

Johnny nodded. ‘It’s all part of it.’ He watched Tilly, uncomfortable about saying too much in front of a total stranger.

‘Well, I saw some workmen hanging about one day when I’d pulled up to the beach to see what was going on. I’ve had my eye on the place for a while, wondering what was going to happen to it since old Lord Allerdale died. I had no idea that someone was staying there.’

Johnny took a sip of beer and paused. ‘Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve only just met your friend, and you know I’m in a difficult position here.’

‘Oh, of course, you’re right. I should have explained. I was giving Tilly a paddle board lesson this morning and thought it wouldn’t do any harm if I took her up to show her the house.’

‘Mate, it’s a crime scene.’

‘I know, but while we were there, she said I should tell the police what I’d seen.’

‘So why are you telling me?’

‘Because you’re Kelly’s boyfriend.’