Sinclair: True Crime
By Ryan Green
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On 15th October 1977, Christine Eadie and Helen Scott left the World's End pub after a fun-filled night with two men in their arms. They had their whole lives ahead of them. They had nothing to fear and everything to look forward to.
Their naked bodies were discovered the following day. They were found six miles apart from each other. No attempt had been made to conceal their bodies, and both girls had been beaten, gagged, tied, raped and strangled.
The case attracted widespread media attention and despite the Police's best efforts, they were unable to identify a culprit. Within the next six months, the investigation was scaled down. The World's End killers were still at large. Free to continue terrorising the streets of Scotland.
Sinclair is a spine-tingling account of Angus Sinclair and the World's End Murders, one of the most notorious true crime stories in Scotland's history. Ryan Green's riveting narrative draws the reader into the real-live horror experienced by the victims and has all the elements of a classic thriller.
CAUTION: This book contains descriptive accounts of torture, abuse and violence. If you are especially sensitive to this material, it might be advisable not to read any further.
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Sinclair - Ryan Green
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Introduction
Early Days
A Reformed Character
Frances Barker
Anna Kenny
Hilda McAuley
The World’s End
Agnes Cooney
Mary Gallacher
Living in Fear
Cold Cases
Trial and Jeopardy
Conclusion
About Ryan Green
More Books by Ryan Green
Introduction
It was close to ten o’clock, but the night was still young. Christine’s heels were clattering on the cobblestones as she marched them down the Royal Mile to the last pub of the evening. The chill of an autumn night was being held off by the warmth of bodies in the city but even the gin in their stomachs couldn’t keep the streets dry. Helen kept slipping on the cobbles, clinging to Christine’s arm and cackling every single time her ankle almost turned. Both girls were swaying to distant music, still following them along from the last bar. Up ahead were the old gates to the city, now long worn away to nothing but a scattering of brass cobbles across the street. There used to be a warning up on those gates that there was nothing beyond them. That this street was at the end of the world. Helen’s world didn’t stretch much further than the end of the street at the moment either. She was wrapped in a cloud of warmth, laughter and an alcoholic haze. Her whole world wasn’t much bigger than her and the echoes of Christine’s heels.
Beyond that bubble of warmth, the city lay sleeping. The old town was still a hubbub of drunken antics and music, but further out the streets lay dark, damp and silent. For an instant, Helen’s stomach turned over looking down that street into nothingness. It was always there, just out of sight. Even beneath their feet, beneath the cobbles that were ringing out the sounds of their passage, there were dark catacombs cut into the very stone beneath the city, capturing the strange echoes and calls from above and reverberating with forgotten secrets. For a moment, Helen’s steps faltered, the smile slipped from her face—for one awful moment she felt the darkness pressing in all around her and the cold slipped in past her defences to send a shiver up her back. Then she heard it. The door to the pub swung open and the song pulsed out, wiping that moment of realisation away in a flood of giggles. The song had been following them from pub to pub all along the mile. Christine started to sing along, ‘Yes sir, I can boogie…’
Helen collapsed into another fit of giggles in her friend’s arms, trying to join in as they swayed towards the inviting glow of the pub and the billow of blue smoke that escaped each time the door was opened. They shimmied through the door together cracking up as they tried to sing: 'If you stay it can’t be wrong…’
They had to wait in the doorway for a long moment as a group pressed out, heading to one of the dozen other pubs in spitting distance, or heading home from the way that some of the girls were melting in the men’s arms. There was a pair of girls with the very same dresses on as Christine and Helen. Their hair was practically the same too. All four of them froze in place looking at their doppelgangers, then they burst out laughing and moved along. It was a small world with only a few shops where you could get a cheap dress to wear out on a Saturday night—this was hardly the first time this had happened. They were lucky to have a night out when one of their friends wasn’t wearing the same dress. It wasn’t strange enough to even remember once they were through the door and enveloped in the cigarette smoke and music. There was an atmosphere in the World’s End that you couldn’t find anywhere else on the mile. The pub was older than radio, the staff knew every one of their regulars by name. It felt like home in a way that the other pubs didn’t. At seventeen, Helen and Christine hadn’t been going to pubs for very long but of all the ones that they had tried, this was probably their favourite. The crowd wasn’t much different from the usual Saturday night, a hundred and fifty people crammed in until you barely had room to move for all the elbows. They were starting to trickle out now that it was getting closer to closing time, so the girls had to push against the flow of bodies to get to the bar and get a drink. The crowd was like a living, heaving ocean that could dash you against the rocks if you fought it or part around you gently if you knew how to swim through it. In the swirl of faces it took them a few minutes to find a familiar landmark, and even when they found their friends there wasn’t enough room at their table, so they were forced to linger, brushing up against the crowds as they moved through. Helen made her way to one of the raw stone walls, a relic of the old city that had somehow survived the centuries. She leaned her head back against it and let the cool steady presence of the stone seep into her and calm the spinning in her head. The music wasn’t as loud in here as in the other pubs. The World’s End was where you came to wind down at the end of the night or to get something decent in your stomach at the beginning. It was a little island of peace in all the chaos of a Saturday night on the town. A drunk in a leather jacket dashed past her towards the bathroom making retching noises. Peace was a relative term.
She only had a moment to calm herself before her friends Toni and Jackie pushed through to get her attention, Christine following along at their heels looking hopeful. Toni leaned in close enough to be heard over the hundred conversations around them, ‘Alright, hen?’
Helen gave her a smile and a nod. She was already a little hoarse from all the smoke in the last three pubs and didn’t want to yell over the racket in here without good cause. Toni came even closer, the tang of cider on her breath. ‘We’re going along to a party next, do you two want to come too? Should be some fit lads. Some dancing.’
Helen chuckled. ‘Sorry love, I’m knackered, this is the end of the line for me.’
Christine clucked. ‘Might get your second wind yet.’
‘Maybe next time, eh?’ Helen demurred.
Toni rolled her eyes and grabbed Jackie by the arm before she could become a stick in the mud too. ‘Yeah, maybe. See you later.’
The boy in the leather jacket came past again in Toni’s wake, trying to smile at them and just looking nervously queasy. The girls collapsed into giggles before he was out of sight. Christine had to lean on the wall too, to keep from falling under the weight of her laughter. Between gasps, she choked out, ‘What is wrong with men?’
Helen put her face in her hands. ‘I swear…’
From beyond the protection of her fingers, she heard a rumbling voice. ‘Can I buy you drink?’
Christine burst out laughing all over again, but Helen managed a coy smile before waggling her full glass at the poor guy. His shoulders were already slumped in defeat. She tried to soften the blow.
‘Maybe later, eh?’
He was mumbling as he backed away, but that brought a little smile to his face and he gave her a cheeky wink before vanishing into the crowd. In about five minutes Helen would forget what his face looked like, and he would probably have found some girl who was thirstier. Christine hooked her arm through Helen’s elbow and dragged her off the wall. ‘Come on hen, I’m not standing around all night.’
There were a lot of familiar faces in the crowd—some of them were friends, some were just such a regular feature in the nightlife of Edinburgh that their absence would have been noted, and once in a while, there was a boy in the crowd who had spent the night flirting with them. One of the disposable men that they might have kissed or might have just smiled at, men who had been forgotten about by Sunday morning. Near the back of the bar by the public telephones, they found themselves a table for two that had just been abandoned. There was still a cigarette butt smouldering in the ashtray, marked around its filter with scarlet lipstick. Christine stubbed it out along with her own and they settled in for a chat. Back here it was quieter and most of the heavy flirting was happening around them. Everywhere you looked there were hands resting on bared knees and the couple at the table in the corner were probably going to be chucked out before they were arrested for being indecent in public. The girls took it all in with a giggle and enjoyed each other’s company. They had been best friends since they were in school and even without the social lubricant that they were sipping, the conversation had