Set in Darkness: An Inspector Rebus Novel by Ian Rankin

Author:Ian Rankin [Rankin, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Police Procedural, Police, Mystery Fiction, Hard-Boiled, Rebus; Inspector (Fictitious Character), Edinburgh (Scotland), Scotland, Edinburgh, Police - Scotland - Edinburgh, Legislators
ISBN: 9780312629830
Google: S-I4ohrhqZIC
Amazon: 0312629834
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2010-06-22T00:00:00+00:00

'Nobody walked off the job?' Wylie asked.

He shook his head. 'No, we were all present and accounted for at job's end, if that's what you're getting at.' Wylie and Hood shared a look: another theory blown out the water.

Hicks was still studying the list.

'There's one name you haven't mentioned yet,' Hood reminded him.

'Benny Hatton,' Wylie added.

'Barry Hutton,' Hicks corrected her. 'Well, Barry was just with us for a couple of jobs. Bit of a favour to his uncle, or something.'

'But there's something about him?'

'No, not really. It's just, you know...'

'What, sir?'

'Well, Barry's made it big, hasn't he? Out of all of us, he's the one who's got to the top.'

Wylie and Hood looked blank.

'You don't know him?' Hicks seemed surprised. 'Hutton Developments.'

Wylie's eyes widened. 'That's this Barry Hutton?' She looked to Hood. 'He's a land developer,' she explained.

'One of the biggest,' Hicks added. 'You can never tell with people, eh? When I knew Barry, well, he was nothing really.'

'Mr Hicks,' Hood said, 'you were saying something about his uncle?'

'Well, Barry didn't have much experience in the building game. Seemed to me his uncle must have put a word in with Dean, give the boy a bit of a start.'

'His uncle being...?'

Hicks looked at them again; he couldn't believe they didn't know this either.

'Bryce Callan,' he explained, whacking his hammer against the two-by-four again. 'Barry belongs to Bryce's sister. Friends in high places, eh? No wonder the kid's got where he has.'

Rebus took the call on his mobile as Siobhan drove them out to Roslin. When he'd finished, he half-turned in his seat.

'That was Grant Hood. The body in the fireplace; one of the labourers working there at the time was Bryce Callan's nephew. His name's--'

'Barry Hutton,' she interrupted. 'You've heard of him?'

'He's in his thirties, single and a millionaire; of course I've heard of him. I was out with a singles group one night.' She glanced at him. 'Working, I might add. But a couple of the women were talking about eligible bachelors. There was some magazine piece on him. Good-looking, by all accounts.' She looked at Rebus again. 'But he's legit, isn't he? I mean, he runs his own business, nothing to do with his uncle.'

"No.' But Rebus was thoughtful all the same. What was it Cafferty had said about Bryce Callan? Let his family look after him, something like that.

As they drove into Roslin and approached Rosslyn Chapel, Siobhan asked why they had different spellings.

'Just another of the chapel's unfathomable mysteries.' Rebus told her. 'Probably with some conspiracy at the bottom of it all.'

'I wanted you to see it,' Gerald Sithing said as he met them in the car park. He was wearing a knee-length blue plastic mac over a tweed jacket and baggy brown cords. The mac made swishing sounds as he moved. He shook Rebus's hand, but kept his distance from Siobhan.

The chapel's exterior didn't look promising, covered as it was by a corrugated structure.

'That's only until the walls dry out,' Sithing explained. 'Then the repairs can be done.

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