kicked off with speculation as to whether Weird would manage to persuade his father to let him off the leash for Hogmanay.
"He's been acting pretty strange lately," Alex said.
"Gilly, he's always strange. That's why we call him Weird."
"I know, but he's been different. I've noticed it, working beside him. He's been kind of subdued. He's not had much to say for himself."
"Probably something to do with his current lack of access to alcohol and substances," Ziggy said wryly.
"He's not even been stroppy, though. That's the clincher. You know Weird. The minute he thinks anybody might be taking the piss, he erupts. But he's been keeping his head down, not arguing when the supervisors have a go. He just stands and takes it, then gets on with whatever they want him to do. You think it's the business with Rosie that's got to him?"
Ziggy shrugged. "Could be. He took it pretty lightly at the time, but then he was off his head. To tell you the truth, I've hardly spoken to him since the day Maclennan came over."
"I've only seen him at work. Soon as we clock off, he's out of there. He won't even come for a coffee with me and Mondo."
Ziggy pulled a face. "I'm surprised Mondo's got the time for coffee."
"Go easy on him. It's his way of dealing with it. When he's getting his end away with some lassie, he can't be thinking about the murder. Which is why he's going for the all-comer's record," Alex added with a grin.
They crossed the road and walked down Wemyssfield, the short street that led to the town square. They had the confident stride of men on their home turf, a place so familiar that it conferred a kind of ownership. It was ten to twelve when they trotted down the wide, shallow steps that led to the paved area outside the Town House. There were already several groups of people passing bottles from hand to hand. Alex looked around to see if he could spot the others.
"Over there, up at the Post Office end," Ziggy said. "Mondo's brought the latest lay. Oh, and Lynn's there with them too." He pointed to his left, and they set off to join the others.
After the exchange of greetings, and the general agreement that it didn't look like Weird was going to make it, Alex found himself standing next to Lynn. She was growing up, he thought. Not a kid anymore. With her elfin features and dark curls, she was a feminine version of Mondo. But paradoxically, the elements that made his face seem weak had the opposite effect with Lynn. There was nothing remotely fragile about her. "So, how's it going?" Alex said. It wasn't much of a line, but then, he didn't want to be thought to be chatting up fifteen-year-olds.
"Great. You have a good Christmas?"
"Not bad." He screwed up his face. "It was hard not to think about?you know."
"I know. I couldn't get her out of my mind either. I kept wondering what it must be like for her family. They'd have probably bought her Christmas presents by the time she died. What a horrible reminder, having them in the house."
"I suppose practically everything must be a horrible reminder. Come on, let's talk about something different. How are you getting on at school?"
Her face fell. She didn't want to be reminded of the age gap between them, he realized. "Fine. I've got my O grades this year. Then my Highers. I can't wait to get them out of the way so I can start my life properly."
"Do you know what you're going to do?" Alex asked.
"Edinburgh College of Art. I want to do a Fine Art degree and then go to the Courtauld in London and learn how to be a picture restorer."
Her confidence was beautiful to behold, he thought. Had he ever been so sure of himself? He'd more or less drifted into History of Art, because he'd never had the confidence in his talent as a practitioner. He whistled softly. "Seven years studying? That's a big commitment."
"It's what I want to do, and that's what it takes."
"What made you want to restore pictures?" He was genuinely curious.
"It fascinates me. First the research and then the science, and then that leap in the dark where you have to get in tune with what the artist really wanted to let us see. It's exciting, Alex."
Before he could respond, a shout went up from the others. "He made it!"