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partner ACC Colin Carswell based at police HQ Sir David Strathern chief constable of Lothian and Borders Police Jean Burchill Rebus's current partner, museum curator
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muted 'thanks' as the person moved away. 'It
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Groynes divided the mostly sandy beach into neat compartments.
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rather than hanging around like a fart under a duvet.
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The online world could stuff that in its pipe and vape it.
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Semper Vigilo - that's our motto,' Rebus said,
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The Scottish vernacular is rich in colourful euphemisms for inebriation: 'stocious', 'stotting', 'guttered', 'steaming', 'steamboats', 'wellied' and 'hoolit' are just a few. Another is 'mortal', as in 'I was fair mortal last night' (meaning 'I was very drunk indeed'). So 'Mortal Causes' evoked, in my mind, the demon drink, just as surely as it did any darker and more violent imagery.
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The Weasel Cafferty's lieutenant Aly the Weasel's son Ellen Dempsey owner of MG Cabs in Edinburgh DI Bobby Hogan Leith-based detective WPC Antonia "Toni" Jackson experienced uniformed officer at St. Leonard's PC John "Perry" Mason latest recruit to the uniformed branch at St. Leonard's Laura Stafford a prostitute Donny Dow father of Laura's child DS Liz Hetherington Dundee-based detective Ricky manager of the Sauna Paradiso Other Characters..
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We've piled his plate high with shit," Fox conceded. "And not even tied a bib around his neck," Kaye added. "Is your afternoon grilling to be courtesy of a woman called Stoddart?" --
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all eyes turned towards him, entered the
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It was a quiet street--people kept themselves to themselves. It
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Job, actually. I read it once a long time ago. It seems more frightening now though. The man who begins to doubt, who shouts out against his God, looking for a response, and who gets one. 'God gave the world to the wicked,' he says at one point, and 'Why should I bother?' at another." "It sounds interesting. But he goes on bothering?" "Yes, that's the incredible thing."
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I doubt he'd give me the smell from his farts--no, tell a lie: in that one respect he's being more than generous.
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He felt his arms ache and, looking down, saw that the girl had stopped struggling. There came that point, that sudden, blissful point, when it was useless to go on living, and when the mind and body came to accept that such was the case. That was a beautiful, peaceful moment, the most relaxed moment of one's life.
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We're ready for the off, then.
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Places changing and people with them, dreams shifting ever further beyond reach.
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despite rumors to the contrary, you're on the side of the angels. (...) Whether you like it or not.
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Fifteen years, and all he had to show were an amount of self-pity and a busted marriage with an innocent daughter hanging between them. It was more disgusting than sad.
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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 based at Fettes Avenue in Edinburgh, and is often referred to by officers as "the Big House." Other main police stations in the capital include St. Leonard's (where Rebus is normally based), Leith (the port of Edinburgh), Gayfield Square and We..
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No sooner had he finished with a case than another two or three appeared in its place. What was the name of that creature? The Hydra, was it? That was what he was fighting. Every time he cut off a head, more popped into his in-tray. Coming back from a holiday was a nightmare. And now they were giving him rocks to push up hills as well.
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superintendents, chief inspectors, inspectors, sergeants and constables. If an officer works for CID (Criminal Investigation Department), then he or she will carry the prefix D (for Detective). A DCI is a detective chief inspector, DI is a detective inspector, DS a detective sergeant, and DC a detective constable. Officers not assigned to CID would wear a uniform. (Rebus sometimes refers to these unfortunates as "woolly suits.") Lowest in t..
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At Tulliallan Police College DI John Rebus based at St. Leonard's police station in Edinburgh DI James "Jazz" McCullough based in Dundee DI Francis Gray based in Glasgow DS Stu Sutherland based in Livingston DI Thomas "Tam" Barclay based in Falkirk DC Allan Ward based in Dumfries DCI Archibald Tennant the Resurrection Men's boss Andrea Thomson career analyst The Rico Lomax Murder Case Eric "Rico" Lomax murder victim Fenella Rico's widow "Ch..
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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 recruit DS George "Hi-Ho" Silvers officer with both eyes on approaching pension DC Grant Hood young and unpredictable officer with a crush on Siobhan DC Phyllida Hawes tough female officer, usually based at Gayfield Square DCI Bill Pryde secon..
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Bessant friend of the deceased, also an art dealer Malcolm Neilson artist William Allison Neilson's lawyer Dominic Mann art dealer Eric "Brains" Bain detective, computer specialist Professor Gates pathologist Morris Gerald "Big Ger" Cafferty Edinburgh's preeminent gangster"
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Ah, but it was not a nice world this, not a nice world at all. It was an Old Testament land that he found himself in, a land of barbarity and retribution.
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Where was the religion for a man who believed that good and bad must coexist, even within the individual? Where was the religion for a man who believed in God but not in God's religion?
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The mistrust and resentment they brought with them, the way tribes feared anything new, anything from outside the camp's tight confines.
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means they'll mostly be Glasgow - and you
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John Martyn on instead, Grace and Danger,
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Gie'd her a total riddy,
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Rain wasn't quite falling yet, but it had scheduled an appointment.
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Brain Salad Surgery.
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Infra-red connection,' he explained. 'Gets us on-line in a hurry.
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Rebus lifted a Guardian
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the club coincided.
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Wars were connected by arms manufacturers, the same arms manufacturers who made the guns used in robberies, who made the guns used by crazy people in America when they when on the rampage in a shopping centre or hamburger restaurant. So already you had connection between hamburgers and dictators. Start from there and the thing just grew and grew.
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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 important things to do. Books to read. Notes to make. And another busy day ahead. It was ten o'clock. He could be back at his hotel by eleven. An early night, that's what was needed. Eight hours' sleep in the last two days. No wonder he was r..
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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."
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This bleak housing-scheme, designed by sadists who'd never had to live anywhere near it, had a heart which had shrivelled but refused to stop pumping.
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That was the problem with having money: you ended up with decisions to make. And if you bought anything, where would you put it? He'd need either ditch something, or to start on another carrier bag. That was the problem, being Frank.
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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 Accident and Emergency desk and was shown where to go. She passed cubicle after cubicle, and if the curtains were closed, she popped her head around each. An old woman, her skin almost translucent, gave a beaming smile from her trolley. There were ho..
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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. Rebus got the impression much of it was fat. A gut hung over his waistband. He was balding badly, and had allowed what hair he had to grow uncut, so that it hung down to the back of his collar and beyond. He wore a black leather trenchcoat and bla..
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Scotsman's way of dealing with death. He'd found
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Down Where the Drunkards Roll." "How"
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