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  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Other Books

  Dedication

  DYED IN THE WOOL

  Wednesday 03-Oct-12

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Thursday 04-Oct-12

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Friday 05-Oct-12

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Saturday 06-Oct-12

  Chapter 23

  Sunday 07-Oct-12

  Chapter 24

  Monday 08-Oct-12

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Tuesday 09-Oct-12

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Wednesday 10-Oct-12

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Thursday 11-Oct-12

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

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  BOTTLENECK Excerpt

  Other Books

  Afterword

  Copyright © 2014 Ed James

  All rights reserved.

  Published by Ed James

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  OTHER BOOKS BY ED JAMES

  THE SCOTT CULLEN SERIES

  1GHOST IN THE MACHINE

  2DEVIL IN THE DETAIL

  3FIRE IN THE BLOOD

  4DYED IN THE WOOL

  5BOTTLENECK

  SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, a standalone supernatural thriller

  For Andrew and Pat

  DYED IN THE WOOL

  Ed James

  Wednesday

  3rd October 2012

  CHAPTER 1

  He stood back and watched his work, glancing over. "The breeze is a lot stronger up here."

  "Of course it is."

  The Range Rover started moving, slow and unsteady, then accelerating until it tipped over the edge of the plateau.

  The screaming started.

  He flinched. "He's supposed to be unconscious."

  "I know. Don't know what happened there. Not my department."

  "I don't like this one bit."

  "It's a crime whether he's dead or alive, awake or asleep."

  Resisting the urge to shake his head, he watched the SUV as it raced down the small hill, becoming an orange blur. Halfway down it lost grip, listing to one side before tumbling over and rolling to the bottom, where it bounced across the scrub land beyond. It shuddered to a final halt, crumpled and ruined, sitting on its roof.

  The other man rubbed his hands together. "That's the ticket. Our friend will be as battered as the motor."

  "Come on." He started back to his Land Rover, ready for their own controlled descent. "I'll have to call the police now."

  CHAPTER 2

  Detective Constable Scott Cullen parked and got out. He locked the door of his Golf, checking all four buttons were down. He really should get a new car.

  He crossed the road before walking up the short garden path. He knocked on the door and stepped back. The house was a post-war semi, the long street populated entirely with them, all with subtle differences - ivy, cladding, paved drives, front gardens, porches, conservatories. The street that could just as easily be advertised as any of three areas, depending on which was more in vogue at the time, Trinity holding the current edge over Granton and Newhaven.

  The door opened, the noise of drunken chatter bursting out, accompanied by the tang of cigarette smoke. DS Sharon McNeill scowled as she stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind her.

  "Sorry I'm late."

  She raised her eyebrows. "Forty-five minutes is a lot to make up for, Scott. Your dad and my mum are both hammered."

  "My counselling ran over and the traffic was a nightmare."

  "This is a bloody nightmare."

  Cullen rubbed his forehead. "Sorry, this is my fault. This was all my idea. Dinner with both sets of parents. What was I thinking?"

  "When you suggested it I thought it was quite romantic. Now… Bloody hell."

  He touched her arm. "Well, I'm here now. I'll give you some respite care."

  She laughed. "You owe me for this. Big time."

  "I don't need to guess your terms."

  She grabbed him and kissed him. "That's just a taster."

  "I can taste red wine. I suppose I'll be driving, then?"

  "If you can call what that car does driving." She pulled him inside by the hand and led him down the long corridor, decorated in magnolia and pine.

  He hung his suit jacket up on the coat rack halfway down, glancing at a photograph he'd never seen before. Sharon in her twenties, posing moodily for the camera. She looked thinner than was healthy, a lot lighter than her slightly voluptuous frame now. Her hair was in a sort of wedge cut - shaved up one side and flicked over. He pointed at it. "When was that?"

  She closed her eyes briefly. "Mum just found that the other week. There are another five new photos of me she's put up. None of Deborah, so it must be for your parents' benefit."

  Cullen laughed. "I love the look. Maybe you should go back to it."

  "That was after I came back from university in Aberdeen." She prodded him in the chest with her finger. "That's the last I want to hear of it."

  ***

  "So, aye, Mary found this box of old photos of Sharon when she was cleaning out the spare bedroom the other week." Brendan McNeill started handing around the first in the pile, similar to the one in the corridor. He looked over at his daughter and grinned, a mixture of pride and pleasure in making her feel awkward.

  "That haircut didn't exactly suit you, did it, princess?" He playfully grabbed Sharon's cheek.

  "No." She pulled away.

  "There's a couple of good shots in there, though, as well." Mary McNeill was slightly slurring her words. "A lot of memories, good and bad."

  "We've got some lovely shots of Scott" Liz Cullen reached down to her handbag.

  "We've a lot more photos of his sister." David Cullen's thumb drumming on the dining table was irritating the shit out of Cullen already. "That's what happens, though. You get a new camera for the first born and take as many photos as you have rolls of film. By the time wee Scotty came along, we'd seen it all." He laughed. "Well, almost all. The bath times were different." He made a hook with his finger.

  Mary and Brendan fell about.

  "Cheers." Cullen fired daggers at his dad with his eyes.

  "It was the same with our two." Sharon's mum drained her glass. "Lots of photos of Sharon and hardly any of young Deborah."

  Cullen frowned. "I thought Deborah was older?"

  "What makes you think that?
"

  "She's settled down, got married and had wee Rachel. I'd just assumed."

  Sharon patted Cullen's hand. "She's two years younger, Scott."

  "Right."

  "It's funny how they drift apart, though." Cullen's dad handed the last of the photos on to his mother. "Scott's sister lives in Edinburgh again and how many times has he seen her?"

  "I've tried." Cullen looked at Sharon. "We've tried. Michelle just doesn't seem to want to see me."

  "You sure?"

  Cullen raised his hands. "Yes!"

  "We're both really busy." Sharon leaned in towards Cullen. "Working in CID isn't really a nine-to-five job, despite what it says on the tin. We can get called away at all hours, get kept back for any amount of time. It's not easy arranging to meet someone at the weekend."

  "Sharon's right." Her dad settled forward on his forearms. "You know I was a sergeant in Lothian & Borders. I worked in CID for about a year in total. It's not easy. It's hard holding a marriage or relationship together with those hours, let alone be social." He reached over and held his wife's hand, making her giggle. "Mary was always very forgiving of the hours I worked. In some ways, I wish I'd had a more fixed working pattern but I can honestly say I made a difference to the wider world."

  "Don't see why you can't make an effort to see your sister, that's all." Cullen's dad held his gaze for a moment then broke off.

  Cullen took a long drink of his orange juice, wishing it was something stronger.

  Sharon's mother got to her feet. "Who's for coffee?"

  She took three orders then got up and collected the dinner plates.

  Sharon's distinct ringtone blared out from the hall - that Texas song Cullen really hated. She smiled. "I'm leaving it."

  Cullen raised his eyebrows. "On your head be it." His mind whirred through the possibilities. He quickly settled on DI Brian Bain, her boss and his until recently. He'd be stuck with the parent-sitting. Shite.

  Cullen's phone rang this time. He got to his feet. "Detective Constables don't get the chance to turn down calls."

  He went into the hall to take it, not recognising the number. At least it wasn't Bain. His network of contacts in West Lothian and Edinburgh got through phones and SIM cards at a ludicrous rate.

  "Cullen."

  "Hi, Scott." A woman's voice.

  Cullen could only vaguely place it. "Who is this?"

  There was a pause. "Scott, it's Alison Carnegie. We had a thing last summer."

  Cullen walked further down the hall, feeling guilty at getting that sort of call at Sharon's parents'. "I thought I told you to stop calling me?"

  She exhaled. "I know. Look, I've been going to a different counsellor and he says I need closure on my relationship with you."

  "Look, there was no relationship."

  "I need to see you."

  "I appreciate you've been going through some hard stuff. Believe me, I'm sorry about what happened, but I don't think I've got anything to say that could help."

  "Let me be the judge of that. I need closure on what happened. I need you to help me."

  "You need to move on with your life. I'm not who you thought I was. What happened between us - what you think happened between us - just didn't happen. It was someone else using my account on Schoolbook. I know I saved you, but that's what I do for a living. I'm nobody's hero, believe me. You have to drop this."

  "You're being heartless."

  "I probably am." He ended the call, pocketing the phone but staying where he was.

  Why hadn’t he spoken about Alison to his counsellor? She was part of the past, something he didn't want to deal with any more.

  Cullen felt a buzz in his trousers. He looked at the phone - Bain.

  "Here, Sundance, where's your bird?" Bain was outside - wind rapping against the microphone on his mobile.

  "She's with me, sir."

  "How come she's not answering her phone, then?"

  "Must be on silent." That was one she owed him.

  "Right, well, just as well you're behaving cos I need both of you out here."

  Cullen scowled. "Where's 'here'?"

  "Your old patch. The bings just off the M9 by Kirkliston. Head to Winchburgh. There's a mobile Incident Room set up there. Some uniform plod will get you up here."

  "What's happened?"

  "Some boy's driven off the side of the bing. Looks a bit fishy."

  "How fishy?"

  "None of that shite, Sundance. The pair of you need to get out here. Turnbull's orders."

  Cullen went back through to the dining room. His mother had disappeared - presumably to help with coffee and loading the dishwasher - leaving Sharon to listen to their dads taking a shared delight in the plight of Rangers. "Wondered how long it would be before a Hibs and Aberdeen fan got round to discussing Rangers."

  Sharon's dad grinned. "Got what was coming to them, Scott."

  Cullen smiled at Sharon. "We've got to get back to work."

  "See what I mean?" She sighed as she looked at both fathers. "I'll better get some coffee from Mum."

  CHAPTER 3

  "So what did he say?" Sharon took a sip of coffee from a travel mug.

  Cullen pulled her car - a sporty Focus - onto Ferry Road and shot off to avoid the Merc bearing down on them. "Usual Bain vagueness. Someone's taken a tumble off one of the bings. Get out to Winchburgh."

  "What's a bing when it's at home?"

  "How long have you lived in Edinburgh for? Big piles of shale from when they used to get gas out. Huge red mounds you see from the M9."

  "With you now."

  Cullen shrugged. "I went up a couple when I was in uniform."

  "And he's got detectives for someone taking a tumble off one?"

  "Reckons it's fishy. You know what he's like. Playing it defensive before Police Scotland. He needs to make sure that everything is done to the letter, by the book. Turnbull's orders, anyway."

  "He's not in a good place. Things will keep changing. And Cargill is pretty much running the show now."

  "Don't I know it." Cullen pulled up at the lights by Morrisons. "She's busting Irvine's balls and he's busting mine."

  "You can bust Buxton's balls, then. That's how it works."

  "The only reason Bain's got this case is because Cargill's on leave, right?"

  "Aye. Not due back in till tomorrow." She finished the coffee. "What else did he say?"

  "Just head to Winchburgh. Mobile incident room. We'll get driven over. Blah blah blah."

  "I hope he's interrupted a family dinner for something important."

  "Don't tell me you're not glad to get away."

  "In future, let's only do one set of parents at a time."

  "Agreed." Cullen pulled off from the traffic lights. "Mad Alison phoned me again."

  Sharon looked round, eyebrows arched. "What did she want?"

  "To meet up. She's got a new counsellor and he said it would be good to get closure on us."

  She gritted her teeth. "There was no us, was there?"

  "I told her to stop calling me. Hopefully this time she'll actually listen."

  "Thanks for telling me." She sounded anything but thankful.

  ***

  The police Range Rover broke the cover of the light wood as it trundled over from Winchburgh.

  "When you get up close they're actually covered with trees and bushes."

  "They're still pretty red."

  Cullen shrugged. "I suppose."

  The Range Rover stopped at the bottom of one of the bings.

  Cullen waved thanks to the uniform as they got out, watching him do a three-pointer before heading back.

  Sharon led them towards the tent Scenes of Crime Officers had set up, a network of arc lights giving some detail to the pitch black.

  Cullen looked up. "You can almost see the stars tonight, even though we're not that far from Edinburgh."

  "I'll get you a telescope for Christmas, shall I?"

  "Maybe not."

  An outer cord
on had been established at the base, a familiar face in full uniform stood there, clipboard in hand.

  Cullen chuckled to himself. "It's Shagger."

  "Shagger? Him?"

  "PC Paul Green. Aye. Same way you'd call a tall guy Shorty."

  "You'll get caught out with your nicknames one day, Scott."

  "Yeah, probably." Cullen waved as they approached.

  Green held up the clipboard. "We're all safe now that Detective Constable Scott Cullen has shown up!"

  Cullen walked up and shook hands. "Been a long time, Paul."

  "You've forgotten us, Scotty, now you're a big city cop."

  Cullen laughed. "This is DS Sharon McNeill."

  Green looked her up and down. "Paul Green."

  Cullen snatched the clipboard off him and signed them both in. "PC Green and I used to work out of Bathgate."

  "Back in the dim and distant."

  Cullen handed him the clipboard. "You been here long?"

  "Was second here. You know how it is - blue lights, yellow tape. Been here three hours and it's getting colder." Green held up the clipboard. "Some nightmare of a DI put me on crime scene management duties."

  Cullen looked around. "I'd put money on knowing which DI it was. Bain?"

  "Aye."

  "So, what's happened? I just got a 'get your arse out here' message."

  Green pointed behind them. "A Range Rover was spotted in a the field. Looks like it's rolled down the side of the bing. It's practically a munro. No chance anyone's going to survive that, no matter how good their four-by-four is."

  Sharon folded her arms. "Why's CID here?"

  Green gave a shrug. "You know how it is. Everybody's so scared of Police Scotland they're taking no chances. Anything that looks slightly suspicious is going to you guys first. Ask me, it's people keeping themselves in jobs."

  "Couldn't Livingston have handled this?"

  Green grinned. "This is just inside Edinburgh City. Half a mile that way and it's West Lothian."

  Sharon smiled at Cullen. "Come on, we'd better get over."