Back Sudden Death
Chapters (68)
  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. Chapter 61
  63. Chapter 62
  64. Chapter 63
  65. Acknowledgements
  66. Canelo Crime
  67. About the Author
  68. 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.