The woman had bought a holly wreath, which now lay on the ground to the left of the corpse. Cuthbert's Church, helping raise money for the city's children's hospital. The middle-aged couple had been to a carol service in St. The street lighting seemed underpowered, and pedestrians kept their wits about them. At night it could be a lonely spot, with not much more than a multistory car park on one side, Castle Rock and a cemetery on the other. A No Entry sign prevented vehicles using it as a route from the Grassmarket to Lothian Road. King's Stables Road wasn't the busiest of thoroughfares. November in Edinburgh, not quite cold enough for a frost but heading that way. His wife was seated curbside, despite the nighttime chill. It was ten minutes before the police car arrived, during which time the girl tried to leave, the man explaining calmly that she should wait, his hand rubbing her shoulder. He took out his phone and called the emergency number. The man studied the corpse for a moment, then tried shielding his wife's eyes, but she had already turned away. By the time the middle-aged couple arrived at the foot of Raeburn Wynd, she was kneeling on the ground, hands over her face, shoulders heaving with sobs. The girl screamed once, only the once, but it was enough.
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