The Black Book: An Inspector Rebus Novel (Inspector Rebus Novels)
Five years ago, a mysterious fire burned Edinburgh's seed Central Hotel to ashes. Long-forgotten and unsolved, the case reappears when a charred body--with a bullet in its head--is found amongst the ruins. Inspector John Rebus knows that his superiors would rather he let sleeping dogs lie. He knows that part of the answer lies somewhere in a cryptic black notebook. Ane he knows that to solve the case, he'll have to peel back layer upon layer of unspeakable secrets to arrive at the truth. . .
The Sunday Telegraph raves, "No one captures the noirish side of the city as well as Rankin," and The Black Book is one of his best.
exercises. ‘Don’t you get stiff?’ she asked him. ‘Not me,’ said Holmes quietly. ‘I’ve been in training for this – years of being a couch potato.’ ‘I thought you kept pretty fit.’ He watched her bend forward and lay her arms down the length of one leg. ‘And you must be double-jointed.’ ‘Not quite. You should’ve seen me in my teens.’ Holmes’ grin was illuminated by the street light’s diffuse orange glow. ‘Down, Rover,’ said Siobhan. There was a scuttling overhead. ‘A rat,’ said Holmes. ‘Ever
Britain in 1993 by Orion Books. First published in ebook form in 2008 by Orion Books. This updated ebook published in 2011 by Orion Books. Copyright © John Rebus Limited 1993 Introduction © John Rebus Limited 2005 The right of Ian Rankin to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the copyright, designs and patents act 1988. All the characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely
wore. Chanel, was it? She slipped off her glasses and blinked at him. ‘John, long time no see. Sit down.’ Rebus shook his head. ‘I can’t stay, the lab’s going to have something for me in a minute. Just thought I’d see how you’re doing.’ She nodded her answer. ‘I’m doing fine. How about you?’ ‘Aw, not bad. You know how it is.’ ‘How’s the doctor?’ ‘She’s fine, aye.’ He shuffled his feet. He hadn’t expected this to be so awkward. ‘It’s not true she kicked you out, then?’ ‘How the hell do you
the mirror gripped in both hands. ‘You think it was murder?’ ‘I didn’t say that, Mr Calder.’ ‘Who would do it?’ ‘Maybe you were behind with your payments.’ ‘What payments?’ ‘Protection payments, sir. Don’t tell me it doesn’t go on.’ Calder stared at him unblinking. ‘You forget, I was in charge of finances, and we always paid our bills on time. All of them.’ Rebus took this information in, wondering exactly what it meant. ‘If you think you know who might have wanted Eddie dead, best tell
was amateurish, Eddie. If the poor bugger hadn’t got his face blown away in the explosion, we’d’ve known straight away it wasn’t you.’ ‘Would you? We wondered about that, we reckoned with Brian off the scene and Haymarket not your territory, it might just work.’ Rebus shook his head. ‘For a start, we take photographs, and I’d have seen them sooner or later. I always do.’ He paused. ‘So why did you kill him?’ ‘It was an accident.’ ‘Let me guess, you came back late to the restaurant after a