Edinburgh A to Z

'WELL, if that's all officer, I'll be away back upstairs,' Deke says, mouthing the word 'wanker' at me, as he leaves me alone with the copper. I scratch my head and notice it feels tender and bruised, like I really took a kicking last night. A fight? I've got no memory of it, none at all. The skin feels lumpy, and bits of it are so sore it makes me want to yelp. I kind of know they're really just bruises - but I see a picture in my mind's eye of bits of shattered bones, cracked and fragile below the surface, as clear as on an



Edinburgh A to Z