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Chantal.
    "Right, that's it. Back to work." Cullen smiled at Caldwell. "Nice seeing you." He nodded at Lamb. "Catch you later, Bill."
    Lamb gave a mock salute and took the now screaming baby from Buxton.

CHAPTER 10

    An hour later, they had exhausted the likely victims in the MisPer file. They sat at their desks, with Cullen leading a progress update.
    "Well, I've got two possibles," said Cullen. "Both are the right approximate age and IC1 males. Chantal?"
    "Nothing," she said. "I only had three files to go through, though. I've typed up the interview notes from that band."
    "Good," said Cullen. "Simon?"
    "Got a promising one," said Buxton. "Vaguely recognise the name from my music days. White IC1 male again. Guy called James Strang. If I remember rightly, he used to go by the name of Jimi Danger."
    Cullen rolled his eyes. "Jimi Danger?"
    Buxton nodded. "I'm being serious. Spelled like Jimi Hendrix. He was in a good band, too. What were they called?" He clicked his fingers a few times. "That's it. The Invisibles ."
    Cullen vaguely recalled the name, though not from music. He knew it would irritate him until he remembered.
    "They were good," said Buxton. "Like the Stooges or MC5. Proper rockers."
    "If he was a musician," said Cullen, "it's possible he used those practice rooms." He scribbled the name down in his notebook. "Who called in the disappearance?"
    Buxton shuffled through the file and found the initial report. "Some boy called Alex Hughes." He checked his notebook. "I've tried calling him, but no answer on the number given. Then again, it's nineteen months since Strang went missing, so anything could have happened."
    "Was he from Edinburgh?" said Chantal.
    Buxton shook his head. "Never heard of the place he comes from. Dalhousie?"
    Cullen's eyes bulged. "That's my home town."
    Buxton grinned. "Maybe I'll start asking you some difficult questions, then."
    "Never heard of the boy," said Cullen.
    "So what do you want us to do?" said Chantal.
    Cullen thought it through for a few seconds. "Simon, let's you and I go and visit the guys who lease the rooms out to the bands. They might be able to confirm whether this Strang boy did."
    "And me?" said Chantal.
    "See if we can get a DNA trace done," said Cullen. "We might have him on file."
    "You've got an Acting DC for that sort of shite," said Chantal.
    "I resent that," said Buxton.
    "I'm serious," said Chantal.
    "I want a detailed background on this band," said Cullen. "I'm not yet convinced they don't know anything. Find out a bit more about them."
    "Fine," said Chantal.
    "And Methven was wanting to know about the screwdriver," said Cullen.
    "This isn't punishment for me saying how pretty the singer was, is it?" said Chantal.
    "Would I be so petty?" said Cullen.
    "I'll not answer that."

CHAPTER 11

    The Ghost Tours office was a few doors down Niddry Street, past a new pub Cullen had never heard of, but not as far as Bannerman's at the bottom. They found a parking space on the Cowgate and walked up.
    Buxton thumbed at Bannerman's. "Used to play gigs in there."
    Cullen had been in once, on a pub crawl as a student, and could barely remember it. "Did you do a lot of gigs?"
    "Played anything we could," said Buxton. "Weddings, christenings, bar mitzvahs." He laughed. "Best gig we did was the G2 in Glasgow. That was mental. They reckon there were about a thousand people there."
    "What happened to the band?" said Cullen.
    Buxton shrugged. "Take your pick. Apathy, lack of success, the singer getting knocked up by the guitarist while she was going out with me."
    "Nightmare," said Cullen. "That's not quite how you told it to me last time."
    "You surprised?" said Buxton. "It's belittling, mate."
    "Tell me about it," said Cullen, as they entered the Ghost Tours office.
    A skinny man sat at the desk clad in a black suit with matching black shirt and tie, bony fingers tapping on a laptop. He looked up, his expression as severe as his haircut - a close skinhead. "How can I help,