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

It was as good a confirmation as she could get, and she gave Glynn her sympathy. Poor bloke. To witness such a thing was awful, but to see two of your fellow racers crushed to death would be traumatic for anyone.

‘You did amazingly today, you really made a difference,’ she said. ‘I’m Detective Inspector Kelly Porter, by the way.’ She held out her hand, which felt silly, given what they’d both just been through. It was so polite and proper, and the opposite of the chaos that surrounded them. He shook her hand.

‘Glynn Cortantes.’

‘Cortantes? The Goat? I’ve heard of you,’ she said. The runner was a bit of a local legend, and anyone who followed local races heard his name all the time. Johnny talked about him when he competed. Cortantes looked embarrassed – even in the dark she could see it.

‘It’s an honour to meet you,’ she said. ‘And thank you, there are lots of people who’ve left this mountain today in a better state than they would have been because of you,’ she added.

‘I just did what I thought I should,’ he replied.

Johnny approached them and she turned to him. The three of them looked as though they’d been mud wrestling for hours. They must look ridiculous.

‘Johnny, this is Glynn Cortantes, he’s been a real hero today. Glynn, this is Johnny Frietze, a member of the Keswick MRT. I’m surprised you haven’t worked together,’ she said.

Johnny took the man’s hand and grasped it hard. Kelly knew him well enough to know that he was a little star-struck and it made her heart warmer, if not her appendages.

‘I follow your success. I’m a bit of a fan,’ he admitted sheepishly. It was a touching addition to a crazy afternoon.

‘I’m not a hero,’ Cortantes said.

‘Accept it, mate, I watched you. You were a valuable asset in a shitty situation,’ Johnny said.

Cortantes put his hands on his blanket and pulled it around his body, shivering.

‘It’s time to go. I’m good to walk down,’ Kelly said. ‘It’ll get my heart pumping, Eden House has sent a car for me to the Wasdale Inn. You can both grab a lift if you need it?’ she asked.