Inspector John Rebus is a bad boy. Rough-edged and scruffy, he breaks the rules and rides roughshod over the London proprieties as he takes on a helping role in solving their particularly ugly murder case. Out of his Scottish element, he scrapes his way through the strange terrain of London cops and barristers, stepping on toes, and earning himself more than a few bruises and kicks to the head.
He rates himself as someone with “more ambition than ability”, but his grit and courage leads the story to a very surprising and satisfying conclusion, and Rebus’ ability is clearly a match for his ambition.
This is part of a sturdy series of detective stories that invite me back. I may try the first one Rankin gave us, Knots and Crosses, and take a trip to his “skull-grey coasts”.