Ian Rankin. Saints... Page 17.

'Take a look,' she said, handing Rebus a photograph. It showed a brown suede (leather that is slightly rough to touch and is not shiny) boot in what seemed a woman's size, framed against the floor of the car.

'So it flew off (fly off, to leave in a hurry) on impact?  Or came off when the medics pulled her out?'

Rebus pondered (to think carefully about something) this. 'Who found her?'

  'A woman on her way home from Livingston (a town in SE Scotland, the administrative centre of West Lothian).

Clarke was studying a typed sheet of paper from the folder (a piece of plastic or cardboard folded down the middle and used for keeping loose papers in).

'The supermarket worker called 999 just after eight in the evening, no light left in the sky. No streetlamps either, just the distant glow from Edinburgh itself.'