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from behind the big red bin. Something had made him take a closer look and he discovered the owner’s body still attached to the boot. After nearly crapping himself on the spot, he called the cops.
    Dwyer and Watt were there in minutes from the cop shop at Anderston and had the full forensic cavalry join them not long after. Neither of the cops recognized the girl and witnesses were thin on the ground. The man who’d found her had a solid alibi for the night before. The girl had been photographed in situ behind the bin before it was eased away so that she could be examined. When Fitzpatrick noticed the residue of blue paint in the girl’s hair, she’d looked up and down the lane, seeing likely locations nearby. The first was a window frame and doorway just a few feet away which were in the same shade of dark blue as the paint but neither area contained the blood spatter she would have expected from the blow to the girl’s head. Further down the lane, however, was a garage entrance, set in a few feet from the road and decked out in dark blue. It had taken Fitzpatrick just a few seconds to look around head height on the metal shuttered entrance to find skin tissue and blonde hair strands matted in blood where the girl’s skull had been cracked against it.
    ‘Looks a likely place for a girl to take a punter,’ Addison was saying to Narey. ‘Dark, set in off the lane, no street lighting, no cameras.’
    ‘A good place to kill someone for the same reasons,’ she replied.
    ‘Hm. So, premeditated or impulse? Stand up against the wall here. Next to where she would have been.’
    ‘You wish.’
    ‘Fucksake, just do it. Assume the position.’
    With a shake of her head, Narey placed her back to the wall and looked defiantly at the DI.
    ‘Okay.’
    He stood in front of her, far too close for her liking, and positioned himself with his hips close to hers. He raised both hands to her neck and mimed strangulation.
    ‘Sir?’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘Fuck off, will you?’
    ‘Not just yet.’
    Addison parodied the motion of knocking Narey’s head against the wall, then moved down in the direction she would have fallen, noticing further tiny traces of blood on the ground.
    ‘Now he wants to hide her,’ he continued. ‘He carries her, drags her maybe, towards the bins.’
    The DI moved slowly along back towards the tented crime scene, careful to avoid stamping all over the actual route, finally standing by it.
    ‘Okay,’ he said eventually. ‘Thoughts?’
    Narey could have done without the theatrics but could see some value in the process.
    ‘Okay,’ she began. ‘So he’s big enough to have hauled her along there, twenty metres or so, without getting seen.’
    ‘But —’
    ‘But perhaps not big enough or brave enough to put her in the bin where the body would have stayed longer without being found.’
    ‘Yeah,’ he agreed. ‘I reckon if he could carry her that far fairly quickly – and he wouldn’t have wanted to hang about – then he could have got her in the bin. But he wanted away from there as quickly as possible. So, not premeditated. I’d say, rushed.’
    ‘An impulse sex killer,’ she concluded.
    ‘Rachel, do you ever get days when you wish you’d just never got out of bed?’
    ‘Boss, whenever you use sentences with the word “bed” in them I get nervous,’ she replied.
    ‘Because I certainly do and this is one of them,’ he said, ignoring her. ‘There’s something about the mess on that girl’s face where the bastard tried to remove her make-up that really bothers me. You know what I mean?’
    ‘Your second body this morning,’ she sympathized. ‘Hardly surprising if you are a bit spooked.’
    Addison threw her an indignant look.
    ‘Spooked? Get to fuck. I’m hungry, that’s what I am. Starving. But the scrubbing of that make-up? The bastard that did that is making a point. You mark my words.’

 
CHAPTER 4
    Afternoon, Sunday 11 September
    Winter had been stuck in his office in the