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look good, though, does it?”
    Rebus made a show of examining himself. “Since when have I been interested in looking good?”
    Despite herself, she almost smiled. “I just want to know that we’re clean on this.”
    “Trust me, Gill.”
    “Then you won’t mind making it all official? Get it down in writing?” Her phone had started ringing again.
    “I’d answer it this time,” a voice said. Siobhan was standing in the hallway, arms folded. Templer looked at her, then picked up the receiver.
    “DCS Templer speaking.”
    Siobhan caught Rebus’s eye and gave a wink. Gill Templer was listening to whatever the caller was telling her.
    “I see . . . yes . . . I suppose that would be . . . Care to tell me why him exactly?”
    Rebus suddenly knew. It was Bobby Hogan. Maybe not on the phone—Hogan could have gone over Templer’s head, got the deputy chief constable to make the call on his behalf. Needing that favor from Rebus. Hogan had a certain measure of power right now, power gifted him along with his latest case. Rebus wondered what sort of favor he wanted.
    Templer put down the phone. “You’re to report to South Queensferry. Seems DI Hogan needs his hand-holding.” She was staring at her desktop.
    “Thank you, ma’am,” Rebus said.
    “Fairstone won’t be going anywhere, John, remember that. Soon as Hogan’s finished with you, you’re mine again.”
    “Understood.”
    Templer looked past him to where Siobhan was still standing. “Meantime, maybe DS Clarke will shed some light —”
    Rebus cleared his throat. “Might be a problem there, ma’am.”
    “In what way?”
    Rebus held up his arms again and turned his wrists slowly. “I might be all right for holding Bobby Hogan’s hand, but I’ll need a bit of help for everything else.” He half turned in the chair. “So if I could just borrow DS Clarke for a little while . . .”
    “I can get you a driver,” Templer snapped.
    “But for writing notes . . . making and taking calls . . . needs to be CID. And from what I saw in the office, that narrows things down.” He paused. “With your permission.”
    “Get out then, the pair of you.” Templer made a show of reaching for some paperwork. “Soon as there’s news from the fire investigators, I’ll let you know.”
    “Very decent of you, boss,” Rebus said, rising to his feet.
    Back in the CID room, he had Siobhan slide a hand into his jacket pocket, bringing out a small plastic jar of pills. “Bastards measured them out like gold,” he complained. “Get me some water, will you?”
    She fetched a bottle from her desk and helped him wash down two tablets. When he demanded a third, she checked the label.
    “Says to take two every four hours.”
    “One more won’t do any harm.”
    “Not going to last long at this rate.”
    “There’s a prescription in my other pocket. We’ll stop at a chemist’s once we’re on the road.”
    She screwed the top of the jar back on. “Thanks for taking me with you.”
    “No problem.” He paused. “Want to talk about Fairstone?”
    “Not particularly.”
    “Fair enough.”
    “I’m assuming neither of us is responsible.” Her eyes bored into his.
    “Correct,” he said. “Which means we can concentrate on helping Bobby Hogan instead. But there’s one last thing before we start . . .”
    “What?”
    “Any chance you could do my tie properly? Nurse hadn’t a clue.”
    She smiled. “I’ve been waiting to get my hands around your throat.”
    “Any more of that and I’ll throw you back to the boss.”
    But he didn’t, even when she proved incapable of following his instructions for knotting a tie. In the end, the woman at the chemist’s did it for him while they waited for the pharmacist to fill his prescription.
    “Used to do it for my husband all the time,” she said. “God rest his soul.”
    Outside on the sidewalk, Rebus looked up and down the street. “I need cigarettes,” he said.
    “Don’t expect me to light them for you,”