Excerpt 2 ... McNeil was used to messy crime scenes but today he felt the need to stand back and survey from a respectable, post-hangover distance. The space beneath the viaduct, a no-man’s land of decay, was a notorious spot for jumpers, flyers and druggies; A haunt for the city’s weirdo’s and no hopers. Beneath his feet the ground was littered with the detritus of a drop out subculture. Mud oozed with discarded needles, beer cans, and vomit. Above his head, giant iron pillars daubed in anarchic profanity leeched rust, like an open wound. He took a shallow breath. The air was thick with the fetid stench of putrefaction. His head hurt just looking at the desolation, but he’d spent too long working amongst the dregs to be shocked. This was just another day down here in undesiraville.
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