Hunt Hunted, Murder Murdered

ground and Aidrian pulled his jacket collar up to keep out the cold. Monica shivered, and they released hands. Aidrian put his arm around her and they walk on.

His financial worries were troubling him. He had gambled away too much of their holiday fund. Mon hadn't found out yet.

'Mon'

'What is it with you tonight?'

'Nothing. Why?'

'Are you OK?' Monica turned Aidrian to look at her hazel eyes, moist with the cold air.

Aidrian held her hands and then pulled her close to him.

'Nothing. I'm just so happy to be with you. You know. I never say. Sometimes I just think I don't say it enough'.

'Aw, hon'. She smooched Aidrian, and they kissed for a moment.

'Yeah. I'm a lucky man'.

They crossed the road again to the cemetery gate. Aids held it open for Monica and they walked in. The dark eerie feeling was lost to some football chants from nearby, as some smokers stood about outside the Gillie's pub. The clue had led them here.

'Where Bruce can be seen, the bench is warmed

Across from Thomas Anderlund'

There were only 4 benches in the Abbey grounds where you could see the 'Bruce' writing on top of the Abbey turret. The next clue would be on one of these - near to the gravestone of Thomas Anderlund they surmised.

Aidrian glanced at his watch.

'You late for something?' Mon grabbed his coat, 'or someone?'

'No. Nothing. Just habit', Aidrian was nervous of his work situation, and this made him fidget frequently. He knew that it would all come out sooner or later. Or maybe it wouldn't, but the guilt was killing him.

'Thomas Anderlund...' Sure enough the gravestone was found across from a statue of a large bird, the peacock, which had been given the freedom of the town.

'There's the clue'. A paper envelope was stuck onto a tin under the wooden bench.

'Its a bloody tin of beans, Choice Beans...'

'Well open the clue. The sooner we get back to the pub the better and the warmer.' Mon rubbed her hands together, breathing out white air.

'Where do you think I came from? A little way away,

Did you think we'd let you get back to the pub first today?'

'Bastards! Who made up these clues?'

'I need the loo', Monica did a little dance, bouncing from foot to foot.

'Bastards', Aidrian threw the beans at the bucket.

'That'll be Farm foods. That’s miles away'.

'Can we go to the pub first?'

'Yeah, sure. Come on.'

They made their way out of the cemetery, leaving the Abbey basking in darkness and dripping with icy cold raindrops from earlier. They held hands and walked off towards the pub.

'Listen. You get the drinks in and I'll run up and back'

'You sure?' Monica wasn't really up for another cold walk tonight.

'Yeah. I need the exercise and you look awfy cold'

'I love you', she kissed him, and walked off down in the direction of the Glen gates.

'Hurry up, mind'

'Sure. Sure.'

Aidrian's large frame ran off up Bruce Street.

3.2 Bob and Marie

'Fuck sake Bob!' Marie gripped the door handle as Bob tore off down from Inverkeithing and across the first roundabout, avoiding traffic from the park and ride. He grinned at her.

'What?'

'I want to get to the pub in one piece thanks'. On the straight Marie folded her arms disapprovingly as Bob grinned out the front windscreen, wipers taking away the spit of rain.

Traffic passed freely onto the Forth Road Bridge, and Bob sped under the motorway looking for the next exit up towards North Queensferry. Headlights flashed across the road barriers and then off to the woods.

They had already got the first clue which presented them with the next.

'Overlook the Rusty Red,

Over the ____ blue ____

Where in the 'world'?

Stick your head in!'

Deep Sea World. Further away than Bob had hoped. It would take ten minutes to get back up to the centre where they would leave the car til tomorrow.

The road wound past the Ferry Lodge, and onwards and downwards beneath the bridge again. The Forth Bridge came into view, lit up to show all its 100 years of engineering glory.

'What does 'stick your head in' mean?' Marie quizzes.