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

A man told her he was a doctor and his son was competing in the race. He hadn’t found his son yet but he’d been in second place, behind Glynn Cortantes, when the craft came down. She squeezed his shoulder and thanked him for his efforts. She looked skyward and willed the Sea King to get here, with surgeons on board. Another ’copter from the Penrith and Lakes hospital was also on its way, and she scoured the valleys for its blades. No sign yet. She had a fleeting vision of a flock of geese, which fly in arrow formation, the leader exerting all of its strength to lead the flock, until it tired and then was relieved by the next goose, and so on, so the group stayed together. If any of them fell behind or were injured, then two geese would always wait behind until the group came back, or accompany it up until its death, before joining the group once more. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry that this was how she saw the helicopters: flying in to save one of their own, and not giving up until the group was back together. The smashed vehicle was forlorn on the ground and she saw a trail of debris perhaps one hundred foot long, leading down to the valley floor, and to Wast Water below.

Whatever had happened was catastrophic and had begun mid-air over the water. She glanced back to the ’copter and realised that its tail was missing. A story of destruction began forming in her head, but now was the time for emergency thoughts only and she assessed another body. She directed those who said they had the stomach to help to check for signs of life in those who were lying on the ground.

‘Apply pressure to wounds, keep them talking, keep them warm, clear airways. Cover those who are deceased,’ she said.

She ran towards the ’copter and assessed which piece of wreckage should be where. She knew enough about them to realise that the cabin had broken in two. The man who’d been dragged out of one section was being attended to by Johnny. She quickly spotted the other section and ran to it. A few people stood in silence, and others cried. They were rapidly going into shock and needed to be removed from the mountain. She speedily evaluated the spectators and approached them, showing her lanyard ID to reassure them that the authorities had the situation in hand.