A flatbed
lorry had arrived, the name of a local scrap yard stenciled
(to draw or
paint something using a stencil. Stencil is a piece of card or plastic used to
draw or paint patterns onto a surface) on its doors.
The previous
night, a flimsy (very thin or easily broken or destroyed) cordon had
been erected, consisting of three-inch-wide tape with the word POLICE on it.
The driver
of the flatbed had sliced through (to move through) it and was preparing
to winch (a machine that lifts heavy objects by turning a chain or rope
around a tube-shaped devise) the crashed VW Golf up the slope towards the
waiting ramp.
A stretch of
narrow country road on the outskirts of Kirkliston (is a village within
the jurisdiction of the City of Edinburgh and lies ten miles from the city
centre on former A9 road).
A stretch of
narrow country road on the outskirts of Kirkliston (is a village within
the jurisdiction of the City of Edinburgh and lies ten miles from the city
centre on former A9 road).
They had
come in Clarke's Vauxhall Astra (Opel Astra). It was parked on the
opposite verge (the edge or border of something), flashes blinking in a
warning to approaching drivers.
'It's a straight road,' Clarke was saying. 'Surface wasn't icy or
greasy. Must have been going at a fair clip (very fast), judging by the
damage…'
True enough:
the front of the Golf had become concertinaed (a musical instrument with
a folding middle part) on impact with the venerable (deserving respect
because of age) oak tree.
The driver
from the flatbed jutted (to stick out, especially above or past the edge
or surface of something) out his chin in greeting but otherwise wasn't about to
ask who they were or why they were there.
Clarke carried a folder (a piece of plastic or cardboard folded
down the middle and used for keeping loose papers in), which was good enough
for him - meant they were official , and therefore probably best avoided.
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