Parly Road: The Glasgow Chronicles 1 by Ian Todd

Lane,” Big Jim said, getting back tae the discussion, wance the laughter died doon.
      “And in answer tae Crisscross’s question as tae whether it wis them or no…aw the shoaps hid their windaes tanned in wae a pavement stank except fur the fruit shoap where we don’t know whit they used,” Sherlock concluded.
      “And tae dae the fruit shoap windae, they wid’ve hid tae jump o’er the wee hauf grill security door intae the foyer which widnae hiv gied them swinging room fur a stank,” Big Jim chucked in fur good measure.
      “Aye, the CID boys reckon that it wis probably done wae a hammer,” Jinty informed them.
      “Wee manky basturts!”
      “So, where ur we then?” asked The Inspector again.
      “Ah think Jinty is oan tae something here,” The Sarge acknowledged.
      “So, aw we need tae dae o’er the next wee while is concentrate oan the Parly Road, Stirling Road, and Cathedral Street routes, wae a particular emphasis oan the Parly Road end, if Jinty’s theory is tae be proved right,” Big Jim announced.
      “Whit aboot aw the hooses that hiv been tanned?” asked The Inspector.
      “We don’t hiv any proof at this point that they hid anything tae dae wae the hooses, bit we’ll keep oor ears tae the ground meantime,” Big Jim replied oan everwan’s behauf.
      “We’ll start hauling their arses in, every chance we get,” The Sarge stated, looking aboot, getting affirmitive nods back.
      “Okay…well…keep me posted.  And, Crisscross, don’t let me hear that ye’ve been briefing yer faither-in-law again aboot operational matters, particularly regarding oor intelligence gathering. Ah mean, we widnae want him tae know that it wis you that scudded Jinty oan the napper, efter he sends that wee shitehoose doon fur three years, noo wid we?” The Inspector reminded him.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter Eight
      The Sarge hid only recently been promoted in the past two years and hid been transferred within the Central Division that covered the Gorbals, Bridgeton, Toonheid, Anderson and parts ae Partick. His beat covered the Toonheid area, mair commonly highlighted as C-Four in pink oan the city division wall maps doon in Central HQ.  He wis glad tae be back oan the streets where he’d served his apprenticeship and wis noo wan ae the two local uniformed sergeants. The place hidnae changed much since he’d been away, although he’d heard that there wis aw sorts ae plans fur a big clearoot ae the slums o’er the next few years, tae build a motorway. No before time, he thought. It wisnae that big ae an area compared tae some ae the big hoosing schemes like Castlemilk, bit they wur aw packed in like sardines between Castle Street and Dundas Street. The patch wis compact. The Fourth and Clyde canal merged wae the Monkland canal in the St Rollox basin at Castle Street and ran the length ae the northern side ae the beat. Aw the industrial company depots, such as the coal and briquette merchants, haulage firms, wire works and the sawmill, wur sprawled either side ae the canal.  The beat then took in Dobbies Loan up as far as Pinkston Power Station, which dominated the skyline wae its big grey cooling tower and two red brick chimneys.  Ye then hid the goods station, bus yards and the big brewery companies stretching towards Coocaddens and the west. The southern side ae the patch included the public baths, Rottenrow Maternity Hospital, Strathclyde University, Glesga College ae Commerce and the back end ae Queen Street Railway Station.  The East started jist behind Castle Street where The Royal Infirmary and the two local picture hooses, The Carlton and The Casino stood. This wis also where the two main road arteries through the Toonheid started heiding west intae the toon centre, either doon Parliamentary Road, wae aw its shoaps and pubs oan either side, as far as Dundas Street Bus Station or doon Cathedral street towards Queen Street Train