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

They exited the lift and Kelly took him to meet Ted, who was the picture of professionalism, as he always was when he met traumatised relatives. She loved him for his sensitivity. He explained to Fabian how the process worked and Fabian said he was ready.

‘I’ll wait here,’ Kelly said.

Fabian turned to her, as if to plead with her to accompany him, but thought against it, and disappeared with Ted.

Chapter 53

Kelly went back to the cafe and bought a bottle of water and some tissues. She was beginning to feel as though her sinuses were clogging again and she imagined curling up in front of the fire at home, and going into a deep sleep. She tried to concentrate, expecting Fabian to come out of the mortuary soon, and for Ted to call her, but, after half an hour, he hadn’t, so she packed up her things and went back to the lift.

Updates on the case were steady and she’d been able to read more phone printouts from the crash site. Of the six mobile phones discovered in the helicopter, two of them had been confirmed as belonging to the pilots, another had been Donald’s private mobile, and another his work mobile. That left two, which they assumed were Bart’s. George Fellows’s number had appeared a total of twenty-three times on one of them, and the other was used solely for one single number: an untraceable pay-as-you-go. It wasn’t uncommon for somebody in Bart’s position to use several phones, and to be calling hundreds of people each day, all over the world. What they needed to do, though, was find out who he’d been speaking to in the hours before his death. One thing was for sure; he’d been talking to George Fellows.

Kelly made a note to ask Fabian why his father might be contacting his firm’s private investigator while he was attending meetings in the Lake District, and enjoying leisure time. Perhaps George Fellows was the fixer she assumed him to be. If Fabian could secure a meeting with him this afternoon, then many of her questions would be answered.

When she got to the mortuary, Ted looked at her oddly.

‘He left ages ago,’ he said.

‘Where did he go?’ Kelly asked.

Ted shrugged. ‘I assumed he was free to go,’ he said.

‘Don’t worry, it’s no problem, it’s just he was supposed to do something for me before he left.’

‘It looks like this snow is settling again. I’ll head over to yours when I’m done if that’s all right with you?’ he asked.