Fleshmarket Alley (2004)
“Press photographers were busy comparing shots, huddled around the screens of their digital cameras. A radio reporter was interviewing Ellen Wylie. Rat-Arse Reynolds was shaking his head as he walked across waste ground to his car.“What’s up, Charlie?” Rebus asked.“Might clear the air a bit if we left them to get on with it,” Reynolds growled, slamming his car door shut on the world and picking up an already open packet of crisps.There was a scrum beside the Portakabin. Rebus recognized faces fr...om the TV pictures: the placards were already showing signs of wear and tear. Fingers were being pointed as an argument continued between the locals and Mohammad Dirwan. Close up, Dirwan looked to Rebus like a lawyer: new-looking black woolen coat, polished shoes, silver mustache. He was gesturing with his hands, voice rising to compete against the noise. Rebus peered through the mesh grille covering the Portakabin’s window. As suspected, there was no one home. He looked around, eventually took the walkway to the other side of the tower block.MoreLess
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