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

‘Lovely. Don’t suppose the drink is on the house, no? Seeing as I don’t get out much these days?’

Derek held out his palm for the money, while Sean made a show of searching his pockets for his wallet.

‘Tight bastard,’ he said, as the other man limped down to the till at the far end of the counter. ‘Polio as a kid,’ Sean added, catching Tom’s eye. ‘Made him bitter.’

‘I see.’

‘So. Are you going to tell me what Joe Kennedy has done or do I have to get there through a series of guesses?’

‘It’s what he hasn’t done,’ Tom sighed. ‘Or won’t do, to be more accurate.’ He twirled the stem of his glass between his fingers. ‘I take it you know what we’re dealing with up in Glendalough?’

‘I have my sources. Can’t say I’m surprised. We’ve had too many women vanish into thin air over the years. It was either a massive coincidence or a serial killer at work. He had to slip up sometime.’

‘There’s something not right, though. I don’t know if we’d have ever discovered those bodies if one of them hadn’t been buried as shallow as she was. The rest were a good six feet down. Has he slipped up or is it intentional?’

‘You think he’s challenging you? Sick of the dozy, plodding coppers not knowing what he’s capable of?’

Tom shrugged.

‘We won’t know what his game is until we catch him, or until he communicates with us in some way. I’m petrified for that girl, Fiona Holland. You know she has a baby?’

Sean shook his head. This was new information, something even the media were unaware of.

‘Maybe he’s giving you and her a chance,’ he mused.

‘Maybe. Anyway, we met with the victims’ families. Most of the women seem to fit a profile. Single, outgoing, independent. That’s how I’d describe them. Others have used … different words.’

‘Ah.’ Sean sipped his drink. ‘Not prim and proper little girls, is that what you’re getting at?’

‘Pretty much. Some of our colleagues didn’t exactly rush to launch investigations into the disappearances at the time. They presumed the women had just run off. The families’ concerns were dismissed.’

‘You raised this with Kennedy and he didn’t react as you would have expected.’

It wasn’t a question.

Tom nodded, shifting in his seat to get a better look at his friend.

‘You say that like you’re not surprised,’ he said.

‘The only thing that surprises me is your reaction.’