The title of this book is taken from a song performed by British singer John Martyn. Rankin is big on music, and he populates his books with references to songs and song lyrics, perhaps to provide further insight into the personality (and age) of his characters. On this occasion, the use of this particular line is rather ambiguous given there are quite a few stand-out candidates for the ‘devil’ tag. It’s a complex tale of power and greed, albeit with the author’s usual measure of bone dry humour. Yes, Rebus is back, along with a rich cast of characters drawn from earlier books. Couldn’t be better; pour yourself a dram, pull up a chair, and disappear once more into Edinburgh’s underbelly.
As the book begins, we learn that John Rebus has retired from the force and is now suffering the consequences of a lifetime on the ciggies. He’s coughing up a storm and undergoing tests as a result of a shadow having been found on his lung. He’s also cut down on the booze. None of this has done wonders for his temperament, but he’s managed to talk friend and ex-colleague Siobhan Clarke into sneaking him the file on a cold case he’s retained an interest in. In 1978, an attractive socialite was murdered at the prestigious Caledonian Hotel, as she waited in her room for her lover. At that time, musician Bruce Collier and his entourage were staying in adjacent rooms. Were they involved in any way? Well, the murder was never pinned on anyone, and now Rebus fancies his chances of dusting off old records (excuse the pun) to work out whodunnit.
In this book, the whole gang is here. Malcolm Fox, who started life in a separate series of books, has been transferred to the Scottish Crime Campus at Gartcosh, near Glasgow. He resents the daily commute, but the move represents a significant step forward in his career. The fact he was selected for this move irks the ambitious Siobhan, and it’s put a temporary halt to their bourgeoning friendship. To rub salt in the wound, Fox is asked to spend some time back in Edinburgh where he’s to look into the possibility of a link between the murder of a nightclub bouncer and suspected money laundering activity involving a young crime boss – a certain Darryl Christie, who’ll be familiar to readers of the Rebus stories. And who’s in charge of the murder case? Siobhan Clarke, of course.
By this time, I’m casting my mind around to think who else Rankin is going to throw into the pot. Ah, that’ll be Gerald Cafferty, or ‘Big Ger’ as he’s known by Edinburgh police and criminals alike. Truth to tell, Big Ger is such an engaging wrongdoer that I’m always disappointed when he doesn’t turn up in these books. Yes, he has little time for moral principles and can be exceedingly violent, but he makes up for this by being very quick with the lip. Whenever he’s on the page, a smile is never far from my face.
Toss a missing banker into the equation and suffice to say it all gets very complicated from here. I had to concentrate hard to keep track of the various threads and, in fact, I eventually gave up on this endeavour and just savoured the richness of the prose and the brilliant, and often hilarious, interchanges between the various characters. It’s sad to see Rebus getting old and lacking the physical power of his early days, but at the same time it’s fascinating to see how he deals with this. He’s a brilliant fictional character, certainly amongst the finest I’ve come across. In Malcolm Fox, the author has developed an interesting foil for his main man. They’re not exactly firm friends (their mutual history dictates this), but they do share a smidgen of camaraderie. Enough of Fox’s back-story is now known for regular readers to understand what’s made him the man he is, and he definitely adds some flavour of his own to this tale. Siobhan Clarke is starting to come out of the huge shadow cast by Rebus to show us that she’s got a keen brain and a sharp tongue. I just wish that Rankin would fill in a few more blanks for her as, unlike Fox, little is known about her life outside of the job.
All in all, what we have here is another first-rate crime story from Rankin replete with a cast of known and well loved characters doing what they do best. There’s a bit of social commentary thrown in for good measure – that’s the author’s way – and the closing scenes are exciting enough to blow away any cobwebs that may have developed from getting tied up in the innumerable plot lines. As a final bonus, there’s a little surprise at the end that’s certainly worth waiting for. This book can certainly be read as a stand alone crime fiction thriller but as this is the 21st book in this series, which features a veritable troop of returning friends and foes, I'd recommend readers work their way towards this one - all the better to appreciate the subtle interactions between characters to the full.
It's time for another dram and a dig around in the loft for my dog-eared copy of the first Rebus book, me thinks. I might just start the series all over again.