â€œJames,â€ I said, acknowledging Doctor Cochrane the Pathologist, â€œanother druggie,â€ I
â€œYes well, this one came into contact with a rather large knife!â€
I walked over to the window and stared down at the flashing lights on the police vans. He
had put up no resistance as I raised him off the sofa. The bully I feared when I was a kid had
no great body strength due to a life of self-abuse. I had exacted my revenge and left him
beaten but alive. He would never have been able to identify me. Could it have been another
druggie that entered and slashed his throat? I asked myself.
â€œTime of death? I reckon about three AM.â€ Cochrane said.
â€œOkay, thanks James.â€
I walked over to where DS White was crouched beside the body. â€œWhat do you reckon
He stood up and sighed. â€œCould be a drug dealer sir, but Iâ€™ve never seen this before,â€ he said
pointing at the rope binding the limbs.
â€œThereâ€™s some nasty buggers goinâ€™ around. Weâ€™ve seen some bad things where these dealers
are after their money. Who found the body?â€
â€œA neighbour wondered why the front door was open.â€
â€œOkay Derek, start shaking up the area and round up the local dealers. Get Susan down from
Dundee to give you a hand.
I drove past where the primary school I went to used to be â€“ now a supermarket car park
ironically next to Arbroath Police Station. The streets were becoming slick with a drizzle
which had drifted in off the North Sea. I decided to head back to Dundee as Metallicaâ€™s Enter
Sandman filled the car.
I had a problem!