Where the Bodies Lie: A gripping Scottish crime thriller (DI Rob Marshall Scottish Borders Police Mysteries Book 2) by Ed James

Author:Ed James [James, Ed]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grey Dog Books
Published: 2023-04-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

SIYAL

A few wide blocks of the old Southside Edinburgh mansions and they’d be at the Commonwealth Pool and Siyal’s flat. Being a landlord didn’t sit easy with him. He hated to think of anyone else living in his home, especially not while he was renting a poky one-bed flat in Galashiels. Still, if he sold the flat, he could buy a massive house down in the Borders.

But he’d be stuck in the Borders.

‘Have to say, Sarge, I’m feeling a bit weird about this.’ McIntyre was behind the wheel, expression level. ‘We’ve done a lot of driving around this evening and I appreciate the OT, but we’re spending a lot of fuel and are we really getting anything on Davidson?’

‘This is important. Davidson’s a suspect.’

‘Afri asked you if this was a vendetta against Davidson.’

‘It isn’t.’

McIntyre glanced over, eyebrow raised. ‘Isn’t it?’

‘Listen. If we can discredit Davidson, that’s potential leverage in these murders.’

‘I’ve been a cop for years.’ As McIntyre was prone to bang on about. ‘And I just don’t see your logic.’

No.

Because Siyal was on a personal vendetta here. He really wanted to make Mark Davidson suffer for what he’d done. The realisation made Siyal sweat.

But he wasn’t going to stop.

‘Sorry if that’s talking out of turn, but there it is.’ McIntyre seemed to think red lights were optional and blasted through another as it changed. ‘I don’t see how Davidson being involved in this violent assault gives us any leverage over Keane.’

‘A man who’s capable of that is capable of killing with Keane.’

‘Come on… Really? Grassing someone to immigration is very different from—’

‘Constable, we’re doing this.’

‘You’re the boss.’ McIntyre squeaked through the next set of lights onto Lothian Road. ‘Still think this is a bit too personal.’

Siyal didn’t deny it. Just shut up.

‘Playing it like that, eh?’ McIntyre chuckled as he pulled up at the lights, indicating right. ‘You okay there, Shunty?’

‘Just thinking it all through.’

‘Lot of that going on… Seriously, if—’

‘Look. I’m not denying there’s a personal element to this but put yourself in my shoes. That partner of yours who died in January. Liam. If you could change that, would you?’

‘Of course I would.’ McIntyre set off along West Port, heading deep into Edinburgh’s Old Town, the underbelly lying beneath the castle up on the hill, overlooking the whole city. This area had been totally renovated in the time Siyal had lived this side of the country, the seedy and rundown buildings being replaced by upmarket office blocks and apartments. The slow descent to the Grassmarket, though, was still full of cheap bars for the students at the nearby art college.

Like the Debonair.

McIntyre parked up a few doors along from it.

Might be a Monday evening but it looked like Friday night in there. Sounded like it too – booming techno blasted out, the lights flashing in time with the solid rhythm. Too early for a noise complaint but one would surely be coming from the flats on the lane behind.

His phone blasted out.

Owen Greening calling…

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