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

‘Thanks. Well she has. The station that housed the digital CCTV feed is in the basement, and it’s completely blank. We don’t even have footage from anyone arriving last week. It’s gone. Or it never worked.’

‘Curious, because the owner told my officers that Kennedy-Craig looked at the CCTV on Monday morning to see if he could catch who had left the graffiti on the side of the house, and it was working then. Will you be able to tell if it was wiped since then?’ Kelly asked.

‘Not straight away. The equipment was unplugged. I saw them bag it to take away, so when they analyse it they can see when the IP address was last used. If it was Monday then I’d say you have a problem.’

‘Where’s the owner?’

‘In her private house over there.’ Zoe pointed to the small cottage behind some large mature trees.

‘The warrant doesn’t extend to her private residence,’ Kelly said. ‘Now I know that information I’ll request it, but if she was the one who wiped the CCTV then I doubt we’ll find anything inside her house.’

‘Well if it was her who tidied up inside then she did a shit job, so look at the positives,’ Zoe said.

They carried on walking and came to a wooden barn, much like the others around it. Kelly saw Lance inside checking various boxes of equipment. He stopped what he was doing and walked towards Kelly.

‘Have you told her?’ he asked Zoe, who shook her head.

‘Told me what?’ Kelly asked.

‘This has got to be one of the most badly organised excuses for a maintenance shed we’ve ever seen. There’s shit everywhere. Boxes of tools, stuff left around, wires and spare parts, no paperwork, and I mean zero paperwork. I flew with both of those pilots and I have no idea what would make them so casual.’

‘Money?’ Kelly suggested.

‘It’s out of character and goes against everything they learn in the forces. They know money can’t buy safety,’ Lance said.

‘People get carried away, arrogant even, complacent at least,’ she said. ‘They get put up overnight here in a swanky pad, they tell their girlfriends they’re being treated like lords, told everything is taken care of, plus they get paid more money than they’ve ever been paid before. Cushy deal, wouldn’t you say?’ Kelly asked.

‘I just can’t believe they would compromise themselves like that,’ Lance said.

‘I get where she’s coming from. Ninety per cent of accidents I investigate are pilot error caused by poor judgement. Humans and machines are not great bedfellows,’ Zoe said.

It was Kelly’s best working theory that the pilots were wooed so successfully by the good things in life that they simply let their standards slip. It wouldn’t be the first time.