John Houston

“Kay got off the bus at the Squinty Bridge and walked across the river to Broomielaw. A brisk wind streamed across the river from the broad plane of Govan, rising up the boom of the flats. Even in the deep doorway, it lifted the tail of her coat and blew her hair up over her ears. Cars passed quickly, anticipating the motorway five hundred yards away. Kay told herself that this was a mistake but she pressed the buzzer anyway.”
― Denise Mina, The End Of The Wasp Season