Finished Midnight & Blue (Inspector Rebus #25) by Ian Rankin, the latest in the long running Edinburg police procedural series. The series packs a lot more than taut and intriguing story lines, it contains many Scottish cultural aspects, plus great humor and characters a plenty. Rankin provides his readers a revealing take on the mix of the good and bad of Edinburg society -where the bad elements often show good, and the good elements often bad, if not plain rotten. The Edinburg environment, characters, his stories come across as a realistic. Rankin’s dialogue is real, earthy, and spiced with wit and humor. His lead character John Rebus, now retired Inspector, is amongst the genres top cops, ie. Harry Bosch, Inspector Montelbano, Commissario Brunetti, and the famous Maigret series… least not forgetting Edinburg’s original Sherlock Holmes of Scotland Yard.
When Book 25 appeared at Bezos bargain ebook sale price, I snapped it up. Forgetting I had in my kindle library books 15 through 24 unread, I decided to read my most recent acquisition. To my surprise John Rebus, who I knew was retired, was in prison- a life sentence for the murder of his longtime nemesis and king pen hood, Gerald Cafferty. What unfolds is an interesting who done it, of an inmate murder, as well as an investigation into the disappearance of a 14 year old school girl by Rebus’ old running mate Detective Sargent Siobhan Clarke.
Rankin does a superior job of in depicting the daily grind and insanity of prison life… the dialog of inmates and their jailers crackles with authenticity, illhumor, cynicism and grit. As shown in the highlights posted below…
“The Wizard was two places ahead of Rebus… He probably wasn’t any older, but he looked it, and he’d been in prison longer than just about anyone else on the hall. His real name was Gareth Wallace, the nickname stemming from his long grey locks and longer beard. — There was a blur of movement as one of the white-shirted officers hit the alarm. — the order – back to cells – followed by complaints and questions. Ratty was a good eight inches shorter than Rebus, he had the knack of seeing and knowing everything. ‘It’s Jackie,’ he told Rebus. Sure enough, two officers – Novak and Watts – filled Jackie Simpson’s doorway. Rebus and several others had to pass this cell to get to their own.”
Cell. “John Rebus had a cell all to himself. It consisted of a narrow bed, toilet and sink. There was a small desk and some storage space, plus a shelf for personal effects. He had piled here all the books he had promised himself he would read. This was his home now, and had been for the past six months. - Because he was ex-police, it was then decided that he should transfer not to one of the general halls but to the Separation and Reintegration Unit. —prisoners who were either in danger or were a danger to themselves. —Testosterone and wariness filled what air there was. Drug use was hard to miss. He had always known the place simply as Saughton, though the branding on the officers’ shirts these days declared it HMP Edinburgh.” The Governor Tennant. ‘How would you feel about joining the general population in Trinity?’ -we could do with your bed.’ ‘And?’ ‘Darryl Christie is ready to vouch for you, meaning you’ll be protected. He seems to think you did him some sort of favour a while back.’ ‘He’s guaranteeing your safety, John, and we have a single cell that’s just been vacated. You’ve been off the force a good few years – I doubt you’ll come across too many guys you put in here. — ‘So what do you say?’ ‘I say that if someone does me in, I want you grieving at the graveside.’ — Tennent had been right about one thing: Rebus hadn’t become aware of any real grudges against him. — life here was made easier for all concerned if someone like Christie exerted a level of control. Christie had come calling. He’d gained some weight and wore his hair long, swept back from his forehead. He’d wanted to thank Rebus for getting rid of Morris Gerald Cafferty. — Rebus had been convicted of attempted murder rather than murder proper. Even so, the judge had handed down a life sentence. — Cafferty had died, leaving a vacuum of sorts. — ‘One thing you can do for me, lifer to lifer,’ Christie had said that day in the cell -Help me picture the scene.’ ‘Was he scared? Did he show it? Did he beg?’ It was a long time coming. Too long for many…’ — Rebus had eventually replied. ‘He had a code of sorts, things that were beyond the pale. Not every toerag can say the same.’ — Christie’s protection was a mixed blessing; it didn’t do to rile the guy unnecessarily. So he kept himself to himself, worked all the hours he could in the small but well-stocked library, and got to know a few of his companions, finding out who could be trusted to any extent and who should be avoided. — The life sentence felt like Cafferty having one last laugh ...”
Siobhan Clarke investigates missing girl, leading on to a child porn site. She consults a fulltime specialist. —“ ‘They’re usually a lot younger – sorry to be so blunt.’ ‘I don’t know how you can do it.’ ‘The usual answer is: someone has to.’ ‘ But the first answer I gave you,’ she said, ‘that gets to the nub of it really” — As Clarke was descending the staircase, she glanced back and saw Louise Hird making her way to her locked office and its drawers filled with nightmares. Silently she wished the young woman well.”
Sounds. “muffled: coughs; someone still whistling ‘Valerie’; a dull bass thump from one cell, which the POs would soon put a stop to. He could hear the gate to the hall being unlocked and then locked again – an officer coming or going. One of the things that drove Rebus near-demented was the constant unlocking and locking. A door or gate needed to be unlocked, yet beyond it was only a corridor with nothing at the end but another locked door or gate. So why did the first need to be locked?”
Mentor Rebus. ‘You’re not buying it?’ ‘Never fall for the hype, Siobhan. Didn’t I teach you that lesson?’ ‘Most of what you taught me I had to unlearn so they didn’t kick me off the force.’ ‘Fair point.’
Rebus Method. ‘You might think I’m being slow, but it’s the way I work.’ Rebus spun a finger around in the air. ‘In circles, slowly inwards.’ ‘So there is news?’ ‘There might well be – once I’ve talked to Darryl.’ The governor gave a sigh. ‘You’re a pain in the hole, John – did anyone ever tell you that?’ ‘It gets a chapter in my autobiography.’
Child porn perp killed. “The twenty-three teenagers on his books were now real names and faces. Most of them had turned eighteen, but four could be classified as children. — Each step in the investigation had to be meticulous and defence-lawyer-proof. The Procurator Fiscal’s office was in close touch with DCI Carmichael, and he in turn was checking regularly that things were being done in accordance with procedures and protocols. users they’d identified so far – there were almost a thousand regulars, with thousands more one-time payers – were men ranging from their twenties to their seventies, from all corners of the UK and beyond, stretching as far as Australia and Bermuda. So far only one woman, based in Hong Kong but Scots-born.”
The tune travels. “someone was singing behind their cell door. It sounded like ‘Hurt’. Rebus knew Johnny Cash didn’t write it, but it was Cash’s version he liked. He recited the words silently until a mix of pleading and angry voices stilled the singer. Folsom Prison to San Quentin to Saughton. Quite the journey.”
Clarke reviews her case. “one name we’re having trouble identifying – Valerio.’ ‘Like the song?’ She spelled it for him. Rebus nodded. ‘“The Great Valerio” – I think he’s a tightrope-walker. It’s Richard and Linda Thompson. Are you telling me you don’t know the Bright Lights album?’ ‘I could sing it to you if you like?’ ‘What a pity visiting time is up,’ she said with a smile.” Later. “she had her earbuds in and was staring at what looked like a poem on her computer. Realising she had company, Clarke yanked one of the buds out. — a song by Richard and Linda Thompson,’ she started to explain. ‘Valerio is a high-wire act in a circus.’ —reading the lyrics. ‘So he has a safety net, but it’s not really needed because he’s so good, and everyone down below is craning their necks in awe of him.’ Recollection. “he had reached around her at her desk and with a few keystrokes got her computer working. He’d done the same for Zara Shah, too, impressing her with his command of IT jargon. Valerio: the high-wire act… Valerio: so different from the crowd far below… when she’d mentioned the name Valerio to him, he’d blanked it. A name he should have recognised.” Tell tale clue. ‘ it’s from a Sherlock Holmes story, I think. Did you know Conan Doyle was born here in Edinburgh? Got out as soon as he could, mind.’ — ‘The quote’s something to do with ruling out the probable and improbable. Once you’ve done that, even if the solution seems impossible, that’s what it has to be.’
Old Rebus. “somebody needs to do something to take the bastard down.’ ‘Doesn’t have to be a retired cop who’s pushing seventy, though, does it?’ ‘You think I’ve not got it in me?’ Rebus made show of puffing out his chest. Clarke gave a little laugh and shook her head.”
Well no real spoilers, a couple of clues, a few songs… perhaps the taste of prison life will pull you in soon? Or you could go chronological… books 1-24 in order… whichever way, be assured it all good.