On the night of Tuesday, May 18th, Rachel set out from Lychombe on her way back to London. She never arrived. Her body was found the following morning in a remote moorland field about a mile from the village.
"He's going to Dartmoor, isn't he?" I said to Mum. "probably." "Do you think that's a good idea?" "I don't know, love. I'm not sure it matters what I think. You kno what he's like when he sets his mind on something." "What do you think he is gonna do?" "Find out who did it, I expect."
"We don't want any of Rachel's stuff." Pomeroy frowend. "I'm sorry I don't see what else I can do for you." "We want to bury her."
He didn't move, just kept on staring at Will the barman. He watched him fill the beer glasses a fill them over. He watched him take the money and put it in the till. He watched him pass over the change.
"what was wrong with your car?" he asked Vince. "What?" "your car. You said it wouldn't start. What was the matter with it?" "Carburetor." Vince shrugged.
"The Delaneys? Only by name. Dad knew some of the Essex Delaneys a few years back.- I think they lived on the same site for a while. They're a big clan though so I'm not sure how close they are to jess's family.