Back Little Doubt
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. Acknowledgements
  63. Canelo Crime
  64. About the Author
  65. Also by Rachel Lynch

With the pleasantries over, Amber continued her story of a five-year-old who’d taken a shit in the school sandpit. Kelly wanted to catch up and listen to all of their stories. She wanted to pretend that her life was normal, just for an evening. But inevitably, conversation soon got round to the two murders. All anyone wanted to know about was the inquiry and the demonstrations on the Beacon Estate.

‘It’s opened a real can of worms. The two women were so different, and sadly, that has been at the forefront of the inquiries.’

‘The press are almost saying that Ella Watson should never have had her life ended in such a manner, but because Keira Bradley lived in the grinding cycle of deprivation, her death was inevitable. It’s disgusting,’ said Amber.

Ted brought in canapés and serviettes. Kelly took some and passed the plate along. She munched happily on the little balls of joy on the end of a cocktail stick and realised that she hadn’t eaten all day. That was probably where her dehydration headache had come from. Instead of taking on water, she’d popped paracetamol at work. Now she knew that her body craved sustenance and asked for the plate to be handed back. Ted said they were apricots wrapped in bacon and roasted with honey.

‘What happened to our society, where kids don’t dream any more?’ asked June.

Kelly stared at June, who fancied herself an intellectual, and had a habit of throwing curveballs into conversations. If she wasn’t so earnest, it would be clichéd.

‘Is that true?’ asked Kelly. ‘Callum, Josie, do you have dreams?’

‘I want to swim with sharks,’ Callum said.

Amber whistled. ‘I want to skinny-dip off a South Pacific island.’

‘That’s two of you who want to be eaten by sharks. No thanks.’ June rejected the idea.

‘I don’t think it’s necessarily guaranteed that if you swim naked in the Pacific you’ll get eaten by a shark. I think there are good odds of not being attacked,’ Callum said.

‘True. More chance of being in a car crash,’ Ted said.

‘Or being knifed.’ Josie brought the tone down, but she had a good point.

‘Come on, Kelly, tell us about the cases. Have you caught anyone yet? The Home Secretary is getting an absolute panning in the press.’

Kelly smiled. ‘I’m visiting the barricade tomorrow. Keira’s mother – you’ve probably seen her on TV – has done some amazing work in pulling the community together. I’ve never seen anything like it. No, we haven’t caught anyone yet, but these things take time: I’ve got to have hard evidence. It’s all very well finding fingerprints and DNA, but I’ve got to have someone to match it to.’

‘I saw her, she’s quite an impressive character,’ Amber said.