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it but it perplexed him nonetheless.
    Caldwell directed them to a new estate just at the edge of the town and they quickly found Dunpender Drive, a curving street leading off Dunpender Road and joining back up with Haddington Road, the main road between Aberlady and Haddington. The street was full of new houses - Cullen thought they were at the luxury end of the market as they weren't all rammed together and had lawns that would need a mid-range petrol mower. All of the houses in the street were painted a warm cream with white-painted window surrounds.  
    The Gibson house was in the middle of the crescent and appeared to be the largest house on the street, with the biggest garden. The house was T-shaped, with the front door in the longer section of the building. The wide cross-section had a front-to-back living room filling the ground floor. The front garden was largely bare - infant trees struggling to grow and fill the space - and the only feature was a lawn bisected by a pebbled drive that led the twenty or so metres from the street to the garage. A BMW X5 – typical yummy mummy car for the school run – sat alongside a silver Audi A6 with sports trim, both outside the double garage.  
    A couple of police cars sat in a parking bay outside the house. Cullen spotted Bain's Mondeo a few doors down. He pulled in alongside it.
    "Lamb sent some uniform round earlier, didn't he?" asked Cullen.
    "No idea," said Caldwell.
    Cullen shrugged. "Important things first," he said, pointing to the house. "How much?"
    "I'm thinking half a million," said Caldwell.
    "I'll say six hundred," he replied. "There's at least a hundred grand's worth of car in front as well."
    "I bet that garage is stuffed full of utter shite," she said. "Can't even get their cars away."
    Cullen gave a chuckle as he unbuckled his seatbelt. He got out and looked at the house. "Let's see what our Lord and Master has been saying to them," he said, hearing a dog barking somewhere nearby.  

    *
    The Gibsons' living room was a colossal space that filled roughly a third of the ground floor. There were big feature windows overlooking the front lawn. From the inside, the garden looked minimalist rather than uncared for, as Cullen initially thought. At the back of the room, the dining table and leather chairs looked out across the back garden, which was much smaller than the front and was dominated by the biggest trampoline Cullen had ever seen. A shaggy-coated sheepdog stood barking at the patio doors, begging to be let in.
    The living room was very expensively decorated, though Cullen couldn't see much personality on display. The room had flagstones rather than carpet or floorboards, and the cream walls were adorned with the occasional painting. There was lots of varnished wood - the skirting, the furniture and the picture frames all with their rounded edges, like they were part of some designer set. There were a few of the modern family photos that Cullen had seen creep in over the last few years - all four members of the family against a white background in action shots. Two large Stressless reclining sofas dominated the room, facing each other. There was no television that Cullen could see but it was probably hidden inside one of the many bespoke pieces of furniture. An expensive-looking micro hi-fi system sat on a table.  
    Bain and Murray sat on the leather sofas opposite Charles and Elaine Gibson. Cullen pulled over a dining chair and sat at the edge of the group, with Caldwell sitting just to his left.  
    A teenage boy sat at the other side on a leather armchair, rubbing his eyes with a hankie. He was wearing jeans and a hooded top with some logo emblazoned on that Cullen was no longer cool enough to recognise. Cullen thought he looked about seventeen.
    Cullen was reminded of another scene of grief, five months previously, the parents and the brother of Keith Miller sitting listening to him.
    He felt a nudge at his shoulder and snapped out of his reverie. It was