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not so bad within the farm itself, which was fashioned around a courtyard. She hoped the woman could be reached.
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    Sandy Stirrit had a blinding hangover. He wasn’t sure what had happened to JJ last night but the last thing he remembered was lap dancing. ‘Why did we go there? It’s a shithole, we spend a fortune and I always end up feeling like this.’ Sandy was father to a baby girl. When he got home he remembered this and put his clothes straight into the wash basket to mask the scent of five different women which lingered on the fabric. His wife Karen would not understand why he went there and to be fair neither did he, not entirely. Sandy had an early start. He was still drinking at 1:00am. Fast forward five hours and he knew he shouldn’t be slotting the car keys into his Vauxhall Astra and heading off to another early shift. In a vain attempt to rid his body of alcohol he drank three pints of water before going to bed and a triple espresso from the pot as soon as he got up. He knew he shouldn’t drive but taxi expense accounts were practically non-existent these days and he had to rely on his own transport to get from A to B. When he got to the office no-one raised an eyebrow. Everyone working at this time of day said they hated the shift but they never considered trying anything else. Sandy had been doing a round of check calls to the police duty officers when he had picked up a tip from Motherwell. He had met Frank Simmons once before at a press event. He had been a young cop trying to impress an experienced hack but had seemed decent enough and Sandy had liked his company. It was also never a bad thing to get more cops on side when good leads could follow.
    “Alright Frank,” Sandy said, “I imagine you have been caught up in the snow hell overnight?”
    “Oh aye, It’s been murder. More than 200 cars abandoned and we’re also missing a bus somewhere.”
    “A missing bus,” Sandy interrupted sensing he could be onto something.
    “Yes we have a coach unaccounted for near to the M8.”
    “I thought the motorway was closed?”
    “It is but the driver will have taken the route near to the motorway along the old A8.”
    “Is anyone missing?”
    “Well the driver obviously but no word on anyone else at the moment.”
    “Interesting....do you have anyone out there just now?”
    “Yes, but its hard work. As I said we have hundreds of incidents out here but it’s one of our priorities. If you try phoning back in about an hour I might have more details before the shift change.”
    “I will do Frank,” Sandy said, “Thanks for the heads up.”
     
    ***
    It would be fair to say that George Rome was not enjoying himself. He had been out grafting in the snow for six hours already and was now having to create a makeshift helipad. Gerry helped as Jean looked after the patient. There was enough room in the yard for the air ambulance to land but clearing a good amount of space was going to be difficult in the time they had. The ambulance said that they should be there within half an hour. He improvised. George and Gerry turned over a flatbed trailer they had sitting in the yard and pushed it over using the larger of their two tractors. They then pushed the trailer along on its side, acting as a massive shovel. Judging by the scraping of metal on concrete the process didn’t sound particularly healthy and George knew he would regret the decision tomorrow when he assessed the damage. However, it was a small price to pay if they could help to save a life. Father and son managed to clear the space of around a squash court. They stood outside with their torches pointed towards the maelstrom and waited for their relief.
    ***
    Detective Chief Inspector, Rosalind Ying, had taken control of the morning meeting at N Division. She had sent uniformed constables out to the farm who had searched the bus and reported back. What they had found changed everything and a forensic team was now on its way out. 
    “Good