Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Rachel Lynch
‘Right, have you got the messages?’ Kelly asked.
Kate nodded.
‘Let Dan and Emma have a look. Familiar?’ she asked them.
Dan and Emma flanked Kate on either side and stared at her phone. Sure enough, the images showed one of the pilots giving the thumbs-up beside an enormous bed, then the view from his window. It was of Ullswater. They judged it to be the same stretch as could be seen from the Laurie Fell estate.
‘That’s as good as a positive for me,’ Kelly said. ‘I want the housekeeper brought in under caution. I imagine the family will provide a lawyer, if they haven’t already.’ She referred to the Kennedy-Craigs. If the housekeeper was in their clutches, as she seemed to be, then it was expected that she’d be protected.
‘I took the liberty of tasking a constable to trawl through these social media accounts responsible for the footage,’ Rob said. It was a good move, and a standard one. Kelly nodded. She sipped her coffee.
‘Right, we have lots to work on. I want all social media posts from the weekend connected in any way to the Laurie Fell estate, collated and traced to real people. Let’s pick them up and get a picture of what was going on there, particularly on Sunday night. Meanwhile, I’ve got a telephone call with a station in Manchester who’ve managed to pick up our egg-thrower. Several protesters were arrested at the scene but released. However, the ones in the photos were recognised as usual suspects at protests like these. They seemed to pack up and go home pretty quickly, which I guess is standard behaviour for climate conferences – cause trouble and piss off – but we’ll get what we can anyway. The toxicology hasn’t yet come back from the bodies of the pilots, but it’s quite obvious they weren’t resting, like pilots should the night before their flight.’
‘Boss,’ Rob said.
They all looked at him. Emma had her bag slung over her shoulder, ready to run a marathon if needed, Dan two paces behind her, in a padded coat, replenishing their takeaway cups with coffee.
‘Look at this,’ he said, peering at his screen.