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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Rab shielded his son from how he really made his money, but<br />
McCall suspected the lad knew more than he let on. Rab wanted<br />
him to go to university and study Law, reasoning that it would do<br />
no harm to have a lawyer in the family. Save him on legal bills.<br />
Wordlessly, Joseph rose and left the office. McCall was relieved.<br />
The boy always unsettled him.<br />
Rab waited until the door was firmly closed before he said,<br />
‘How’d it go?’<br />
McCall dropped himself onto a wooden chair opposite the<br />
desk while Arrow followed his habit of padding round to let Rab<br />
give his ears a rub. ‘Fine.’<br />
‘He get the message?’<br />
McCall nodded. ‘You didn’t tell me about the shooter.’<br />
Rab shrugged, stopped scratching the dog’s ears and picked up<br />
his paper again. ‘You didn’t need to know.’<br />
McCall felt cold rage build. He didn’t like it when Rab spoke<br />
to him this way, but it was becoming all too common. Rab had<br />
changed over the years, especially since the death of his wife. For<br />
that reason, McCall reined himself in, as he had done many times<br />
in the past five years, but wondered how long he’d be able to do<br />
it. Arrow had returned to his side and stretched out on the floor<br />
before he spoke again. ‘You should’ve told me, Rab.’<br />
‘You wouldn’t’ve gone.’<br />
‘The man would’ve been just as punished with a slapping.’<br />
Rab laid the paper down and leaned forward again. ‘No – he<br />
wouldn’t. He needed a right message, the liberties he’s been<br />
taking.’<br />
‘Then you didn’t need me on it. You could’ve sent Stringer.’<br />
‘I needed you there to make sure the boy didn’t go too far.’<br />
McCall saw the logic, even though he didn’t like it. Stringer<br />
didn’t know what too far was. But if Jimsie’s ‘little flourish’ wasn’t<br />
going too far, he didn’t know what was, yet he’d failed to stop it.<br />
He wondered if he was losing his touch.<br />
Rab circled a nag’s name in the paper and asked, ‘How’d Jimsie<br />
shape up?’<br />
‘He was fine. Talks too much.’
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