A Question of Blood: An Inspector Rebus Novel (A Rebus Novel)

A Question of Blood: An Inspector Rebus Novel (A Rebus Novel)

Ian Rankin

Language: English

Pages: 432

ISBN: 0316099244

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

When a former soldier and recluse murders two 17-year-old students at a posh Edinburgh boarding school, Inspector John Rebus immediately suspects there is more to the case than meets the eye.

The Reversal

Chosen Prey (Lucas Davenport, Book 12)

A Cold Day for Murder (Kate Shugak, Book 1)


In the Best Families (Nero Wolfe, Book 17)



















again, handed back the empty cup. “You like Brimson, don’t you?” She didn’t blink but couldn’t hold his gaze. “It’s okay,” he said with a smile. She misread his tone, managed a glare. “Oh, so I have your permission, do I?” His turn to raise his hands in surrender. “I just meant . . .” But he didn’t think anything he said would help, so he let the words trail off. “Tea’s too strong, by the way,” he told her, making his way back towards the rock face. “At least I thought to bring some,”

and clapped his hands together. Rebus knew what he was thinking: he was thinking that he personally, Detective Inspector Charlie Claverhouse, had just cracked the case, on his first day in charge. And he was wondering how soon he could go trumpeting his triumph to his senior officers. He went to the door and threw it open, looking up and down the corridor, disappointed to find it empty. Rebus took the opportunity to rise from his own chair and place himself in Claverhouse’s. Teri was staring into

doing?” “You know a lot, Inspector.” Rebus shook his head. “But there’s so much I don’t know, James. And I’m hoping maybe you’ll fill in the gaps.” “You don’t have to say anything, James,” his father croaked. “You’re a minor . . . there are laws to protect you. You’ve suffered a trauma. No court in the land would . . .” He looked across at the detectives. “Surely he should have a solicitor present?” “I don’t want one,” James snapped. “But you must.” The father sounded aghast. The son

while, somewhere north of here.” “Fife,” Simms added, mouth stuffed with chips. “How come you know all this? It’s supposed to be Herdman you’re looking at.” Whiteread nodded. “Thing is, we didn’t have Lee Herdman flagged.” “Flagged?” “As a potential psycho,” Simms said. Whiteread’s eyes flared, and he swallowed hard, went back to his eating. “Psycho’s not the right word,” Whiteread corrected him for Siobhan’s benefit. “But you had John flagged?” Siobhan guessed. “Yes,” Whiteread admitted.

finally conceded. “Is that as strong as it got?” “It’s as much as I saw.” “Not quite the same thing. Did you ever hear a rumor that Lee Herdman might be dealing?” “No.” “Or smuggling?” Brimson looked towards Siobhan. “Shouldn’t I have a solicitor present?” She gave a reassuring smile. “I think the detective inspector’s just making conversation.” She turned to Rebus. “Isn’t that right?” Her eyes telling Rebus to go easy. “That’s right,” he said. “Just a bit of chat.” He tried not to think

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