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its spinning merry go round with some reluctance. Baine began to adjust to his surroundings and situation, he was led on his sofa staring at the ceiling, all at once he remembered the man at the door, he sat bolt upright ignoring his blurring vision that threatened to reacquaint him with last nights dinner.
    “You ’ r e awake”, the deep dark voice emanated from the armchair located to Baine’s right.
    Baine swung his legs onto the floor and prepared to launch himself at the unknown figure, he neither knew the man nor cared to , the temper of a calm man is difficult to raise and near impossible to subdue.
    “Stay”, the man raised one hand with a tired withering look.
    Only Baine’s anger prevented him from laughing out loud, but anger soon turned to disbelief as his body refused its inst ructions and he remained seated, only his mouth remained his own, “Let me the fuck up” he growled still unable to grasp or acknowledge the presence of a superior.
    “Judging by your demeanor my son I probably think it best that you remain incapacitated for the time being”, the man ’ s tone was both soothing and hypnotic. “I do regret this I assure you, but unfortunately one with your temperament cannot be relied upon to behave in your own best interest”.
    “What do you want with me” Baine hoped that he struck the right tone of submission, he eyes da rted and his brain raced for any advantage or opportunity.
    The man stood, he towered across the room and seemed to occupy the environment effortlessly, and the light seemed to draw into him dimming the surroundings. “I am here my child, for you”, he covered the rooms space toward the rear wall with a fluid ease and leaned toward the window, hands drawn behind his back in a stately fashion, “I bring you answers and salvation” he turned back toward the prone Baine eyes blazing, “All you have do is believe”.
                  DI McCullum sat buried amongst an ever growing paperwork mountain, as well as the man ’ s broken body laid upon the oak desk alter , subsequent searches of the warehouse had turned up a further two bodies. McCullum had been in this business long enough to recognise a couple of hired thugs when he fell across them, this revelation had thrown the first victims status into question. He had been pondering this when a colleague, in his head McCullum always used air quotes whenever he thought of his surrounding peers as colleagues, brought over a thick yellowing file on the dead man whose primary offences had predated the computerization era. His name was Jon Sinclair, a nasty piece of work in a nasty business, his record held many prosecutions but few convictions, the few charges that had stuck related mainly back to his early days as a young thug in the city, petty theft and shoplifting graduating to dealing and various assaults. Sinclair had run various legitimate business that the serious crimes squad suspected of laundering the profits from Sinclair’s more shady operations. The two thugs were low rent criminals who were linked to Sinclair for several years, a check through the Inland Revenue showed that they were both employed as door staff at one of Sinclair’s clubs. Added to all of this a mans body had been pulled out of the dark water at Cardiff Bay, it looked an obvious suicide as a note had been found in a car registered to a Tony Beck left by the side of the bay, a search of the body had turned up a n empty sodden wallet save only for two items, a Tony Beck photo ID drivers license and a white business card, damaged from the water but the na me “ Baine” and mobile number were still just about legible .
    McCullum rubbed his hands across his face massaging his head attempting to shake off the growing tiredness, he had been raised within a hard single parent household by a widowed mother. His father was still alive but after he had walked out he had ceased to exist to his family, his mother was a strong shouldered woman