Back Sleeping Beauties
Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. CHAPTER 20
  24. CHAPTER 21
  25. CHAPTER 22
  26. CHAPTER 23
  27. CHAPTER 24
  28. CHAPTER 25
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28
  32. CHAPTER 29
  33. CHAPTER 30
  34. CHAPTER 31
  35. CHAPTER 32
  36. CHAPTER 33
  37. CHAPTER 34
  38. CHAPTER 35
  39. CHAPTER 36
  40. CHAPTER 37
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. CHAPTER 39
  43. CHAPTER 40
  44. CHAPTER 41
  45. CHAPTER 42
  46. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  47. Also Available by Jo Spain
  48. AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

‘I see. So, when you did come up here to search the house, how did he seem? Were you in this room much?’

Doyle cupped his jaw and nodded, worriedly.

‘Yes. I sat at the table. It was in the middle of the room, just over that trapdoor. We talked for a while. He made tea. Jesus … he made tea and we sat here drinking it. This can’t be right. If she’d been down in that cellar, surely I’d have heard her? She would have called out for help, wouldn’t she?’

Ray shook his head.

‘That trapdoor is several inches thick. If he’d tied her up and gagged her, you wouldn’t have heard her through that and the carpet. And that’s if she was conscious. He could have knocked her out, or given her something.’

The other man closed his eyes and groaned.

‘Mary Ellen,’ he whispered, shaking his head. ‘I … I can’t believe it. It can’t be what you say—’ Doyle stood up and rushed to the sink, where he relieved himself of the contents of his stomach.

Ray turned to Laura.

‘Makes a nice change, huh?’ he said.

‘What?’ she asked, distracted.

‘It’s usually me vomiting at a crime scene.’

The atmosphere in the incident room was tense. A copy of the letter that had been addressed to Tom was now projected onto the wall. The original was in the lab being analysed by Emmet’s team.

‘Okay so, first off, I’ve spoken to Ray and Laura,’ the inspector said. His face was bathed in the projector light; the edge of one of the words appeared as though it was scribbled on his cheek.

‘They’re at the former home of the taxi driver who was questioned during the Mary Ellen Lehane disappearance in West Cork. They’ve discovered a cellar under the house, cleared of everything bar a bed frame. Now, we can’t get too excited. Laura reckons the cellar is an old feature of the cottage – built to accommodate rebels during the War of Independence. It might be that this man, Cormac Ryan, has absolutely nothing to do with our case. A satellite forensics team in Cork is examining the scene, but they have their work cut out for them. Mary Ellen went missing four years ago.

‘We’re also working with the local guards down there to establish where Ryan went after he left West Cork. He claimed he was going to live with relatives in England, but our job is to establish if he ended up in any of our counties of interest.’