He often felt this way when things were going well with Liz; all his doubts and insecurities about their relationship seemed to disappear. His irritation with people like Mark appeared worn down, rubbed until almost bare. Almost.His mood was so good that he hardly noticed the walk up Kinloch’s Main Street, and onwards to the office. He eschewed the front door, where he saw a couple of familiar faces lurking about – two journalists from Glasgow. Despite his mood, this investigation was weighing on him: he had a murdered woman, her missing friend, not to mention Mulligan.As soon as he entered the CID room, Scott got to his feet and ushered him into the glass box that served as his office. ‘We’ve got a lead on the missing woman, Jim.’ Scott’s voice was conspiratorial. ‘Well, it’s mair factual to say we’ve got two leads on the missing lassies.’‘You’re sounding very mysterious, Brian. Come on, spit it out. I’m in a good mood, so I can take it.’‘Aye, well, taking it and liking it are two different things, Jimmy boy, as we a’ know.’ Scott rubbed his chin thoughtfully.‘What?
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