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L-shaped living room-cum-kitchen, fairly spacious and with modern fitted kitchen units. A large sofa sat around the corner in the living room space, tucked against the wall.
    Cullen stopped dead. A pair of Nike Air Max. They were connected to dark blue jeans. Someone was sitting there in the dark. He didn't know whether to go back for Sharon - fuck it, move on. "Hello?"
    No reaction.
    He reached for his baton, slowly extending it. "Hello. It's the police." He stepped forward, baton poised.
    The jeans led up into a hooded top, lying open. Cullen almost lost his dinner.
    It was a body. Eyes blank, covered in blood.
    Dead.

CHAPTER 5

    "Here he is." Cullen tapped the window. "Fifteen minutes from Winchburgh to Ravencraig is Colin McRae standard. Especially at this time of night."
    Bain's purple Mondeo travelled far too fast for the residential street, double-parking just by Sharon's Focus.
    Cullen put the curtain back before stepping away from the window. "He's going to do his nut. We've no idea who this boy is."
    "I presume it's Souness from the door."
    "Bit of a leap. Nothing in either bedroom?"
    "Loads on Aitken, just nothing on his pal here."
    "Assuming he's his pal."
    "Quite."
    They stood, hands on hips, waiting for Bain.
    "Fuck it." Cullen leaned over and started checking the deceased's pockets. He found a wallet in the second, caked in dried blood. He put it in an evidence bag, before opening it through the membrane. He quickly found a photographic driver's license which matched the body. "Kenneth Souness."
    "Any relation?"
    Cullen shrugged. "They don't usually have relations to famous footballers on driver's licenses."
    "Very funny." Sharon added the wallet to the pile of objects she'd already acquired from the kitchen.
    "What happened here? Looks like Aitken and Souness were flatmates. One drives off the top of a bing in a stolen Range Rover, the other is dead in their flat."
    She shook her head. "No idea what Bain's going to make of this. Aitken killed Souness and then killed himself, probably."
    "Bit of an elaborate way to die, though."
    The flat door swung open and several sets of footsteps approached. Bain appeared first, followed by Irvine, Deeley and Anderson, all wearing white Scene of Crime suits.
    Bain stopped in the middle of the living room and glowered. "I told you to look around the flat, not find another fuckin' body."
    Sharon laughed. "We didn't put it there."
    Bain pointed at the body. "Jimmy, do you want to have a shufti?"
    "Glad my years of training and experience have been reduced to a 'shufti'." Deeley grinned as he moved closer, before getting some instruments out of his bag and setting about work.
    "Right." Bain looked over at Cullen. "What have you pair been up to?"
    "We've searched the flat. There are two separate bedrooms and a bathroom, as well as the living room-kitchen."
    Sharon held up the wallet. "We've got an ID. Kenneth Souness."
    "Right." Bain looked at Anderson. "You're going to need a team in here. I want this place done by morning."
    "Fine." Anderson stroked his thick goatee. "We're just about done at the bing anyway."
    "Good." Bain nodded at Irvine. "Alan, I want you as crime scene manager here. Nice opportunity for you to show your quality. I've got a clipboard in the car and some forms, so you can get started now. I want us six signed in straight away. The plod on their way over can handle the outer cordon downstairs."
    "Cheers, gaffer." Irvine's shoulders slumped.
    "What about us?" Sharon folded her arms.
    Bain looked out of the front window for a few seconds then turned around. "You pair can head off. I want you back in at seven, fresh as a pair of daisies."
    "Out here?"
    Bain shook his head. "Leith Walk. We've nothing else to get on with, other than making sure Anderson and Deeley are doing their jobs properly. You pair have found quite enough bodies for one evening."

    ***

    Cullen tapped the driver's side window, pointing to Sharon's parents' house. "I hope they're getting on