💨 Abstract

WHEN Alex McKay’s phone rang at quarter to ten at night, he knew it wouldn’t be good news. “It was my mother, telling me my uncle Dod had been murdered,” remembers Alex. That evening of the 29 September 1983, 57-year-old Dod, whose real name was George Murdoch, had been working Aberdeen’s West End when he […]

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