Well to hell with them. He’d done his duty, he’d paid his respects. He wouldn’t bother them any more. Let them live in their cramped flat, visited by this … gentleman, this mock adult. Rebus had more...
Thing about that ladder, Shiv, each rung you climb there’s another arse waiting to be licked. What a lovely image. We all need some poetry in our lives.
They parked in a pay-bay on George Square and walked through the gardens, emerging in front of the university library. Most of the buildings here had gone up in the 1960s, and Rebus hated them: blocks...
St. Leonard’s Police Station DS Siobhan Clarke (pronounced Shiv-awn) DI Derek Linford no friend to Rebus, disliked by Siobhan DCS Gill Templer officer in charge of St. Leonard’s DC David Hynds a new r...
Scotland is divided into several police regions. Rebus works for Lothian and Borders Police, whose beat covers Edinburgh and most points south until you reach the English border. The region’s HQ is ba...
Rebus nodded his understanding. The Murder Room was quiet when he reached it. Roy Frazer was reading a paper. Finished with this? Rebus asked, picking up another. Frazer nodded. Chicken phal, Rebus ex...
I went to the Oxford Bar first off, but they said they hardly see you these days. I’m at the age where nothing should surprise me, but
Despite rumors to the contrary, you're on the side of the angels. (...) Whether you like it or not.
There was a ring at the door. He did not answer. They would go away, and he would be alone again with his grief, his impotent anger, and his undusted possessions.
The man called Gareth was laughing into his mobile phone as the door opened. There were gold rings on each of his fingers, chains dangling from his neck and wrists. He wasn’t tall but he was wide. Reb...
Perhaps if he stopped praying, God would take the hint and stop being such a bastard to one of his few believers on this near-godforsaken planet.
Silly buggers,
WE COMMIT ALL SORTS OF INJUSTICES AT EVERY STEP WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST EVIL INTENTION. EVERY MINUTE WE ARE THE CAUSE OF SOMEONE’S UNHAPPINESS
So Clarke was in her Vauxhall Astra, on her way to the Royal Infirmary. The hospital sat on the southern edge of the city, plenty of space in the car park at this hour. She showed her ID at the Accide...
Places changing and people with them, dreams shifting ever further beyond reach.
Everything you do from waking till sleeping is against somebody's Bible, Cafferty.
With