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

‘Can’t keep his hands to himself. His days are numbered.’

Kelly’s brain switched from disaster zone to her bread and butter: people breaking the law.

‘It took armed response to convince him to surrender,’ Kate added.

‘Jesus, what a piece of work. Armed response have got better things to do than arrest arseholes.’

‘Exactly.’

‘Anything else?’

‘Thank God it’s been a quiet day. Everybody has been on the crash. Any preliminaries on what caused it yet?’ Kate asked.

Kelly shook her head. ‘They’re bloody death traps as it is. Apparently, Lord Reilly was attending the climate conference at the Glenridding hotel in Ullswater over the weekend, and some millionaire from London was hosting him. I get the impression that’s what’s bothering the authorities, because Bartholomew Kennedy-Craig is a shady character, and you don’t really want a cabinet minister hobnobbing with millionaires. And you can’t really preach holier than thou morals about global warming when you’re taken on a jolly sightseeing over Scafell Pike. The government is embarrassed. But, you know what? It’s not our problem.’

‘Yeah, I got that impression. The press office has been going mad. The Home Office has forbidden any statements on it, apart from sticking to the facts about the crash, and saying that the casualties are being attended to,’ Kate told her. ‘So, who’s Bartholomew Kennedy-Craig?’

‘A very dead Bartholomew Kennedy-Craig was founder and CEO of Tactika Enterprises. It’s a global company, into all sorts – and not all of them legal, according to the press. His next of kin have been informed. The two pilots were locals, ex-RAF, very experienced, apparently. I reckon there are two bodies under the wreckage, both runners. Glynn knows both of them.’

‘So, it’s Glynn, now?’ Kate teased her.

Kelly rolled her eyes. ‘It’s not my investigation. The AAIB people will be there in the morning. So, what have we got on nasty violent man? Has he been processed and interviewed?’

‘No, he’s hammered. Sleeping it off.’

‘Right, I’d better write my report to give to the chief constable tomorrow, the AAIB team will need it. I’ve got to say, I was proud of how the agencies all came together today. Fire, medical, police, and civilians, they all did a superb job. The death toll is horrendous. It was tough day.’

‘Coffee?’