Open Wounds by Douglas Skelton sampler
Davie McCall is tired. Tired of violence, tired of the Life. He's always managed to stay detached from the brutal nature of his line of work, but recently he has caught himself enjoying it. In the final instalment in the Davie McCall series old friends clash and long buried secrets are unearthed as McCall investigates a brutal five-year-old crime. Davie wants out, but the underbelly of Glasgow is all he has ever known. Will what he learns about his old ally Big Rab McClymont be enough to get him out of the Life? And could the mysterious woman who just moved in upstairs be just what he needs?
Davie McCall is tired. Tired of violence, tired of the Life. He's always managed to stay detached from the brutal nature of his line of work, but recently he has caught himself enjoying it.
In the final instalment in the Davie McCall series old friends clash and long buried secrets are unearthed as McCall investigates a brutal five-year-old crime.
Davie wants out, but the underbelly of Glasgow is all he has ever known. Will what he learns about his old ally Big Rab McClymont be enough to get him out of the Life? And could the mysterious woman who just moved in upstairs be just what he needs?
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his eyes lingering over her curves, before turning back to Henry,<br />
who stood shivering near the window, still clutching his trousers<br />
to his love handles.<br />
‘Sure, she’s no a bad bit of stuff for her age, but that’s no<br />
excuse. It’s one of the Ten Commandments, Henry – Thou Shalt<br />
Not Shag Another Man’s Bird. You’re a lawyer, you should know<br />
that’s a big no-no. But, bad though that is – and it’s bad, Henry,<br />
really bad – that’s not why we’re here. See, there’s a wee rumour<br />
that you’ve no been representin your clients to the best of your<br />
ability. In fact, we’ve heard that you’ve deliberately blown some<br />
cases just so’s you can do the horizontal jog with your clients’<br />
women. Bridget here being a case in point.’<br />
This appeared to be news to Bridget, who forgot her own fear<br />
to give Henry a suspicious eye. Henry caught the look and tried to<br />
wriggle off the hook. ‘It’s not true, Bridget, none of it. The evidence<br />
against Tom was compelling, there was nothing I could do.’<br />
‘Ah, see, that’s not what we’ve heard,’ countered Jimsie. ‘We’ve<br />
heard there was a witness who could’ve cleared Bridget’s man, but<br />
you didn’t call him.’<br />
‘He was clearly lying! The jury would never have believed him!’<br />
Henry looked back at Bridget as she jerked her arm free from<br />
McCall’s grasp. She glared at Henry, knowing instinctively that<br />
what Jimsie was saying was the truth, the whole truth and nothing<br />
but.<br />
‘Bridget, you have to believe me!’ Henry was pleading now. ‘I<br />
did everything I could to keep Tom out of prison.’<br />
‘You bastard!’ Bridget fired the two words like bullets across<br />
the room and lunged, but McCall caught her arms and hauled her<br />
back.<br />
‘Now, here’s the thing,’ Jimsie said, his tone still affable. ‘Our<br />
boss thought Tom was an okay kinda guy and hasn’t taken too<br />
well to the notion of losing him to Her Majesty’s Prison Service.<br />
We could report you to the Law Society, but our boss is the<br />
impatient sort. He likes instant results, if you know what I mean.<br />
So, here’s the choice…’<br />
‘Choice?’
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