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A Hauf an a Hauf
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The cauld air slaps ma cleanly shaven face as ah step oot intae the front gairden. No in a bad way, ye unnerstaun. It’s good tae feel such a vibrant...
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A Proposition
The walk back tae the motor is slow an contemplative. An wet. Scanlon’s right. Ah’m in too deep wae this cunt. He’s goat his claws in an he’s no fur...
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Arabian Monkfish (Part One)
Ah get oot the black hack in Kentish Town, just ootside the Forum. Black hacks, that’s whit we call them up the road – hackneys. Where, as...
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Arabian Monkfish (Part Two)
* * * Ah’m oan ma fifth can ay Red Stripe, smokin the umpteenth fag since Damo telt me ah’d ootstaiyed ma welcome, gien some serious thoat tae when...
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Auld News
We’re baith buzzin when we get back hame. Scanlon reckons he’s found his callin as a diplomat based solely oan us managin tae get the deal done an...
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Bygones
They bundle us intae the back ay the jeep, Zander just aboot greetin, ‘Whit aboot the Beemer? Ah’m tellin ye the noo, that better no have as much as...
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Carpe Diem
Rumour has it that he’s goat a bent copper oan his payroll, McNulty. Gets the heids up whenever the trail starts tae lead tae his door an takes the...
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Clyde Built
There’s silence noo. Mibbe he’s gied up. Christ, he wisnae very persistent. The only sound is the tickin ay the cloack oan the mantelpiece. The door...
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Coyle Loyal
A lassie in her early twinties hauds the close door open. She’s balancin a wean oan her hip, tyin her hair intae a ponytail wae her free haun an...
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Don't Look Back
Ah struggle tae see just how close ah um tae it, reversin slowly, edgin the wee motor’s rear intae the dimly lit yerd. The large shutter rattles as...
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Dyin Embers
The flames huv died doon an receded when ah look in the metal dustbin. Ah’d punctured holes in it the previous summer tae make a wee incinerator fur...
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Ghosts (Part One)
A woolly sunlight creeps acroass the rain sodden tarmac ootside the East chapel ay the crematorium, breakin through the clouds above, increasin in...
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Ghosts (Part Two)
The room’s went quiet, aw eyes trained in oan us, it seems, an ah feel like a fuckin actor in a play ah’ve no read the script tae; ignorant,...
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Good Intentions
The windscreen’s misted up again so ah reach forward an wipe it wae the sleeve ay ma fleece, no fur the first time since we left the docks. The rain’...
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Graftin
There’s a collection ay spittle, spreadin ootwardly, concentrically fae where ah’m staunin oan the platform. Ah examine their positions studiously,...
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Just Another Minute
We’re up the Castle Street end ay the Royal Infirmary; a crumblin Victorian relic ay a hoaspital. The stuff ay nightmares, the place; encrusted as it...
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Liberties (Part One)
‘HAIL HAIL, THE CELTS ARE HERE, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE!’ loud singin comes boomin intae ma room fae the street below. The...
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Liberties (Part Two)
‘Danny! Whit the fuck ye dain runnin oot there wae yer scarf oan? Ah wis just stoappin tae tell ye where ah’m drappin ye.’ Joe shouts through the...
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McShane's Reprieve
Starin intently at the rear-view mirror, another motor appears an turns intae the car park, the beams ay its heidlights cuttin through the thick ink...
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Park Strife
The wind’s howlin doon the street an a flurry ay snow swarms the place, pepperin the grun wae a light coverin. A wee sparra catches ma attention,...
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Pawns (Part One)
Ah think ah’ve goat everythin. Two boatles ay ginger: wan, Irn-Bru , wan, Garvie’s Orange ; three packets ay biscuits: Toffeepops, an two ay mint...
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Pawns (Part Two)
* * * Two Weeks Earlier The street’s quiet when we arrive ootside ma bit, just a delivery driver drappin aff rolls ootside the coarner shoap further...
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Reckoning
Police sirens wail through air, puncturing the otherwise moderate fibre of the day. They come from different directions, carried to your ears on the...
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Rude Awakenings (Part one of two)
She’s sittin there naked, except fur a pair ay black, haud up stockins an a pair ay stilleto heels; the warm orangey yella hue ay the the settin sun...
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Rude Awakenings (Part two of two)
We batter intae the joab centre wae minutes tae spare. The security guard at the bottom ay the stairs looks up fae his paper. ‘Kin ah help ye?’ he...
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Sharks
There’s still nae answer. Ah’ve been chappin the door noo fur oer five minutes. He’s no answered the phone either. Ah’ve been tryin aw mornin an aw...
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Stovies
It’s early evenin when we get back fae the club. Ah’ve a pot ay stovies left oer fae yesterday in the fridge ah’ll heat up fur us. Just the waiy...
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The Bools
It’s a pleasant March evenin as ah walk tae the bowlin club. The season is just startin so ah looked oot the blazer an the auld tan brogues an make...
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The Bothy (Part One)
When we get aff the train at Crianlarich the rain’s stoatin aff the grun an cascadin aff the station roof. It overwhelms the gutterin an spews oer...
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The Bothy (Part Two)
It’s startin tae get dark when we get tae the other side ay the Ben . When McDade sais we didnae huv tae go up it, it wis either blind optimism or a...
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The Domino Effect
Chic McHendry tips the dominoes oot, clatterin them oan tae the table an mixin them up like some bedraggled auld mystic preparin tae read his tarots...
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The Guru an Zander
It’s doon tae the Sou’side tae meet this fuckin Archie cunt again at his gaff, a flat just aff Kilmarnock Road in Shawlands. He’s a mad yoga guru -...
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The Party ay the Year (Part One)
The sheen ay ma polished dress shoes reflects artificial light fae the street back at me fae the fitwell ay the taxi. Wee chaotic bursts an fragments...
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The Party ay the Year (Part Two)
A wave ay noise fae the hall comes floodin in as the door opens an Scanlon an McShane come in. ‘Some fuckin boay him man, int he?’ McShane sais, ‘...
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The Power ay Suggestion
The street’s silent an cauld, the last bite ay winter’s teeth clamped tae the mornin, hingin oan in a furtive, futile last effort, in defiance ay the...
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The Sacrificial Doo
Ah wake suddenly wae a start, piecin the gither whit wee fragments ay memory ah kin fae the night afore; any wee vignettes ay whit happened. Ah mind...
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Time
The black-hack driver’s been rabbitin oan aboot aw manner ay bloody contradictory, ill-informed garbage since ah goat in at the rank at the Royal...
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Troubles
The wee light oan the answer machine’s flashin when ah get back in fae the shoaps. Bloody pathetic, ah know, but it gies me a wee tinge ay excitement...
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Two Wee Craws
A big craw sits oan the gate as we draw up tae fairm. It caws at Scanlon as he gets oot the motor an walks taewards it. Briefly airborne, it flaps...
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Wan Goal tae the Good
Wan goal tae the good, it is. Larsson scored afore we even goat in the door. Nervy as fuck though. Ma arse is makin buttons. We need another wan tae...
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What Goes Around (Part One)
‘So, dae ye think he owed them money or somethin like that? Ah mean, c**ts don’t just fling c**ts aff ay buildins fur nuttin, know whit ah’m sayin?’...
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What Goes Around (Part Two)
* * * ‘Granda! Ye awright? Talk tae me Granda!’ ah sais, loosenin his tie an undain the tap button ay his shirt ‘He’s deid! Fuck sake man! First ma...
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