Book description
A junkie lies dead in an Edinburgh squat, spreadeagled, cross-like on
the floor, between two burned-down candles, a five-pointed star daubed
on the wall above. Just another dead addict - until John Rebus begins to
chip away at the indifference, treachery, deceit and sleaze that lurks
behind the facade of the Edinburgh familiar to tourists. Only Rebus
seems to care about a death which looks more like a murder every day,
about a seductive danger he can almost taste, appealing to the darkest
corners of his mind . . .
