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

‘No, absolutely not. The fella was a quiet man. Mary Ellen liked the party animals. And here’s something else her mother and sister won’t have told you. We checked the fella’s house and everything. Nobody believed he’d done anything, but we had to be seen to be acting. A few days later I went up and searched the place. Absolutely nothing – no sign there’d ever been a woman in the house. He couldn’t get over the smear, though. He moved away a few months later.’

‘And do you know where he went?’

Doyle shook his head. ‘He said he had relatives in England. He’d moved here originally because he’d had some stressful job up in Dublin, at a bank I think – and he had a minor heart attack. It was a wake-up call for his health. He packed it in, bought a taxi licence and moved down here for the peace. When it all kicked off – well, it wasn’t exactly the calm life he was looking for.

‘So, you see, we had several witnesses who saw Mary Ellen get into the taxi. The man himself, with no previous record – yes, I checked – drove her to her home and went straight back to the village. Where the hell could she have gone missing? The only thing I can assume is what I thought at the time: Mary Ellen went home pissed, told the clan she was leaving and why, and was gone the next morning. Okay, we know something happened to her now, but she could have been anywhere when she was taken. I should have logged her with Missing Persons earlier. I accept that. But I checked the family’s story and there was no cause for concern. I only put her on the register the following month because they wouldn’t let up.’

Laura sat forward.

‘Sergeant, we believe the man who killed Mary Ellen had a hunting ground. His victims are all from the southern region. Cork, Kerry, Waterford. This is a tourist village. He may have been passing through when he grabbed her. Maybe that taxi driver wasn’t telling the truth or maybe Mary Ellen went back out again that night. Either way, there’s nothing to indicate – so far anyway – that she was seen after March 17th, 2008, so when the family say she went missing, we have to presume she went missing. The thing is, we believe this man kept his victims for a period before he killed them. Do you understand what that means? Mary Ellen was probably alive that whole month when you didn’t issue a national alert through the Missing Persons Bureau.’

Doyle baulked, his face a picture of panic.

‘I didn’t know,’ he said. ‘I mean, how could I have? How could any of us?’ He looked accusingly from one to the other of the detectives, as though they had been complicit in his dereliction of duty.