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352 pages, Hardcover
First published October 11, 2022



















”’How about you?’ He enquired. ‘Did you have a good pandemic?’
‘ I appear to have survived.’
‘Sums up the pair of us, wouldn’t you say? On the other hand, you probably feel it as much as I do.’
‘Feel what?
‘Mortality, chapping at the door.’ To reinforce the point. Cafferty rapped the knuckles of his left hand against the arm of his wheelchair.
‘ Well, this is cheery,’ Rebus leaned back, getting as comfortable as the sofa would allow..“
” ‘The streets have changed,’ Cafferty was saying. ‘I’ve not got the eyes and ears I once had.’
‘Neither have I.’
‘But you still know your way around, and you’ve got time on your hands.’
‘I’m a bit long in the tooth to play Humphey Bogart.’ Rebus got to his feet and retraced his steps to the window. He heard the whirr of the wheelchair’s motor as Cafferty followed him.”
”Rebus could still hear singing coming from the Meadows, and a dog barking, and a distant siren. Somewhere, someone needed help. Somewhere, bad things were happening. He’d spent his whole life in that world, a city perpetually dark, feeling increasingly weighed down, his heart full of headstones.
There would be frost on the paths in the morning. He would have to be careful when he took Brillo for his first walk of the day.”