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Resurrection Men by Ian Rankin

Resurrection Men

An Inspector Rebus Novel

by Ian Rankin
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  • Feb 1, 2003, 448 pages
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  • Jan 2004, 528 pages
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"I do my damnedest to avoid mine," Gray had said.

"No joking," Barclay said, squeezing into his seat, "near wet myself." Grinning at Gray. "'Blind these past eleven years.' "

Gray picked up his pint, raised it. "Here's tae us, wha's like us?"

"Nobody," Rebus commented. "Or they'd be stuck on this damned course."

"Just got to grin and bear it," Barclay said. He was late thirties, thickening around the waist. Salt-and-pepper hair brushed back from the forehead. Rebus knew him from a couple of cases: Falkirk and Edinburgh were only thirty minutes apart.

"I wonder if Wee Andrea grins when she bares it," Stu Sutherland said.

"No sexism, please." Francis Gray was wagging a finger.

"Besides," McCullough added, "we don't want to stoke John's fantasies."

Gray raised an eyebrow. "That right, John? Got the hots for your counselor? Better watch, you might make Allan jealous."

Allan Ward looked up from the cigarette he was lighting, just glowered.

"That your sheep-frightening look, Allan?" Gray said. "Not much to do down in Dumfries, is there, except round up the usual ewes?" More laughter. It wasn't that Francis Gray had made himself the center of attention; it seemed to happen naturally. He'd been first into his seat, and the others had congregated around him, Rebus sitting directly opposite. Gray was a big man, and the years told on his face. And because he said everything with a smile, a wink or a glint in his eye, he got away with it. Rebus hadn't heard anyone making a joke about Gray himself yet, though they'd all been his target. It was as if he were challenging them, testing them. The way they took his comments would tell him everything he needed to know about them. Rebus wondered how the big man would react to a jibe or joke directed against him.

Maybe he'd have to find out.

McCullough's mobile sounded, and he got up, moving away.

"His wife, odds-on," Gray stated. He was halfway down his pint of lager. Didn't smoke, told Rebus he'd given up a decade back. The two of them had been outside during a break, Rebus offering the packet. Ward and Barclay smoked too. Three out of six: it meant Rebus could feel comfortable lighting up.

"She's keeping tabs on him?" Stu Sutherland was saying.

"Proof of a deep and loving relationship," Gray commented, tipping the glass to his mouth again. He was one of those drinkers, you never saw them swallow: it was as if they could hold their throat open and just pour the stuff down.

"You two know each other?" Sutherland asked. Gray glanced over his shoulder to where McCullough was standing, his head bowed towards the mobile phone.

"I know the type" was all Gray said by way of answer.

Rebus knew better. He rose to his feet. "Same again?"

Two lagers, three IPAs. On his way to the bar, Rebus pointed towards McCullough, who shook his head. He still had most of his cola, didn't want another. Rebus heard the words "I'll be on the road in ten minutes . . ." Yes, he was on the phone to his wife. Rebus had a call he wanted to make too. Jean was probably finishing work right around now. Rush hour, the journey from the museum to her home in Portobello might take half an hour.

The barman knew the order: this was their third round of the evening. The previous two nights, they'd stuck to the college premises. First night, Gray had produced a good bottle of malt, and they'd sat in the common room, getting to know one another. Tuesday, they'd met in the college's own bar for an after-dinner session, McCullough sticking to soft drinks and then heading out for his car.

But at lunchtime today, Tam Barclay had mentioned a bar in the village, good rep.

"No trouble with the locals" was the way he'd put it. So here they were. The barman looked comfortable, which told Rebus he'd dealt with intakes from the college before. He was efficient, not overfriendly. Midweek, only half a dozen regulars in the place. Three at one table, two at one end of the bar, another standing alone next to Rebus. The man turned to him.

Copyright © 2002 by John Rebus Limited

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