Central - GLA | Scanlon | thoat there might’ve been s | |
Central - GLA | Scanlon | ’s pupils ur huge; black hol | |
Central - GLA | Scanlon | ’s staunin behind me wae a b | |
Central - GLA | Scanlon | walks back intae the room an | |
Central - GLA | Scanlon | an aw the boiys fae the fitba | |
Central - GLA | Scanlon | goat a pass. It wis only righ | |
Central - GLA | Scanlon | hud settled oan thirty grand | |
Central - GLA | Scanlon | came roon an ah gied him the | |
Central - GLA | Scanlon | stares him doon an its hard t | |
Central - GLA | y were gonae come through it, | Scanlon | hud relented an let them in. |
Central - GLA | an the boay, Danny Coyle. | Scanlon | ’s cousin an aw, McDade. He |
Central - GLA | but she’s no there anymare. | Scanlon | ’s oer gien McDade’s da wh |
Central - GLA | ieve it. ‘Ah’m wired man. | Scanlon | gied us some ay that gear tae |
Central - GLA | pts tae ingratiate himsel tae | Scanlon | who’s enthusiastically rack |
Central - GLA | bag doon an collapse oan tae | Scanlon | ’s couch. ‘Ah’m no cut o |
Central - GLA | tal wans.’ McShane sais tae | Scanlon | , who shrugs his shoulders in |
Central - GLA | in me ay that day in Fife wae | Scanlon | ; the day the motor fucked, ex |
Central - GLA | happened. Ah mind staunin wae | Scanlon | an the boay, Danny Coyle. Sca |
Central - GLA | ais, laughin vociferously wae | Scanlon | . |
Central - GLA | full ay fuckin mad heids like | Scanlon | ’s uncle. Just come, he sais |
Central - GLA | aboot? Ah’ll need tae phone | Scanlon | an put the feelers oot. Try a |
Central - GLA | h spark the can ay Red Stripe | Scanlon | ’s just flung me. |
Central - GLA | Ah gave | Scanlon | maist ay the gear ah hud left |
Central - GLA | Leafin through | Scanlon | ’s C.D. collection ah pick o |
Central - GLA | ‘Fuck him | Scanlon | , ah know it’s yer uncle an |
Central - GLA | is, puttin an airm roon me an | Scanlon | . |
Central - GLA | money, an that wis how me an | Scanlon | hud been oot an aboot - we w |
Central - GLA | oodin in as the door opens an | Scanlon | an McShane come in. ‘Some f |
Central - GLA | eks, he sold the lot ay it an | Scanlon | ’s awready been roon an coll |
Central - GLA | Efter dinghiein the door in | Scanlon | ’s flat up tae the point we |
Central - GLA | back oan tae the street near | Scanlon | ’s gaff. |
Central - GLA | The lines that | Scanlon | hud so effortlessly hoovered |
Central - GLA | p, suddenly. McShane looks at | Scanlon | an they smile. ‘It’s a lo |
Central - GLA | ane who’s bein held back by | Scanlon | . |
Central - GLA | is McDade’s cousin, Johnny | Scanlon | and his mate, Stevie McShane. |
Central - GLA | eboax an McDade phones Johnny | Scanlon | tae see if he kin sort us oot |
Central - GLA | ‘ | Scanlon | ’s gettin it aff that Stevie |
Central - GLA | ettin himsel aw worked up. ‘ | Scanlon | , keep that cunt away fae me o |
Central - GLA | s just dancin. We aw were!’ | Scanlon | sais. |
Central - GLA | ust crawled oot the Clyde.’ | Scanlon | sais, laughin an wipin sweat |
Central - GLA | ‘Take a look oer there.’ | Scanlon | sais, noddin tae the dance fl |
Central - GLA | he sees him in that nick.’ | Scanlon | sais. ‘There yer there Dann |
Central - GLA | he wrang end ay the stick.’ | Scanlon | sais, tryin tae pacify the cu |
Central - GLA | Hink yer in there wee man.’ | Scanlon | sais. |
Central - GLA | an naw, ye cannae huv wan.’ | Scanlon | sais, waeoot avertin his gaze |
Central - GLA | then he’s on tae plums.’ | Scanlon | draws his beak alang the tabl |
Central - GLA | He’s mad wae the ectos.’ | Scanlon | sais. |
Central - GLA | n fur punishment, ya cunt.’ | Scanlon | sais, sittin doon, pickin up |
Central - GLA | ‘Right, gies that you.’ | Scanlon | sais, bulldozin Pearcey oot h |
Central - GLA | oot if yer in oor company.’ | Scanlon | sais wae conviction. |
Central - GLA | mate Stevie, dain’t ye?’ | Scanlon | sais noddin tae McShane, who |