by Ian Rankin
   REBUS
   What do you think?
   HEATHER
   You canny dance to it?
   REBUS
   Canny dance to anything. Wouldn’t try.
   HEATHER
   I love dancing. You think that’s creepy? That I go the pub she did? The pub where she had her last drink.
   REBUS
   No. No I can understand why you might do that.
   HEATHER
   Don’t always think about her. She went out drinking and took the short cut home through the building site. Sometimes I get really mad at her for being that stupid. I knew better before I was ten. So you’ll help me?
   REBUS
   What?
   HEATHER
   You’ll see if they’re still trying to catch the guy that killed her? Chase up your pals in the police?
   REBUS
   I haven’t got many pals in the police. Never did.
   HEATHER
   But you could phone somebody.
   REBUS
   No. Look, I know it’s hard but you’d best forget it. Live your life. You don’t always get an answer.
   HEATHER
   I bet you could always get an answer.
   REBUS
   If I could, I’d sleep better.
   HEATHER
   Do you have nightmares then?
   REBUS
   Only since I stopped drinking.
   HEATHER
   Christ that’ll dae it.
   A young man ANDY is coming up the stairs. He stops dead when he sees HEATHER and REBUS.
   HEATHER
   You’re late. I nearly called the polis on you.
   ANDY
   (wary) You been talking to him?
   REBUS
   Any reason she shouldn’t?
   HEATHER
   (on the move) Come on then . . . What’s your name again?
   ANDY says nothing.
   REBUS
   A. Lamont. That’s what it says on the bit of cardboard. Don’t know what the A stands for. Archibald?
   ANDY
   Andy.
   REBUS
   Just being neighbourly Andy. (to Heather) You should maybe ask him how he’s supplementing his income. Doesny look like an impoverished student to me.
   HEATHER
   No?
   REBUS
   His post says he’s a student. Mature student is it Andy? Second degree? Don’t get your fees paid for that do you? How do you manage? Are you doing a wee sideline in pharmaceuticals? If I’ve noticed . . . (let’s that one hang)
   ANDY
   Fuck off.
   HEATHER
   You’ve noticed him dealing?
   REBUS
   Are you surprised? Isn’t that why you’re here?
   HEATHER
   No. No it’s not.
   REBUS
   Glad to hear it.
   ANDY is still warily watching REBUS as HEATHER makes her way back upstairs.
   HEATHER
   I’m just visiting. I’m going to ask you again John. I think you’re the man that can help me.
   REBUS
   I don’t change my mind.
   HEATHER
   No? Don’t say things like that. I love a challenge. See you John.
   She’s gone. REBUS is still watching ANDY.
   ANDY
   What do you think you’re looking at?
   REBUS
   I’ll let you know.
   REBUS waits until ANDY goes upstairs. REBUS tries to get in, doesn’t have key. He searches all his pockets. It’s not there. Swears. Takes one from top of door jamb. Goes into his own flat—
   Rebus’s Arden Street flat/dream
   He’s walked into darkness. A young woman, MAGGIE, stands on her own, the only thing lit in darkness. She’s played by the same actress who plays HEATHER but MAGGIE is dressed differently, a coat from 2001 fashion, a scarf round her neck. She’s dancing to the same song, half singing along. We can’t see her face clearly.
   REBUS
   What are you doing here?
   MAGGIE
   Sit down John.
   REBUS sits down in an armchair and watches as if this is television.
   REBUS
   Who are you?
   MAGGIE
   I thought you never forgot a face, or a name. You let me down John Rebus . . .
   Rebus’s Arden Street flat
   Lights snap up as REBUS wakes in his armchair. It was a dream. He’s fallen asleep in the chair. The song is still playing, just the last line, stuck on repeat. SIOBHAN has walked in. She goes and lifts the needle off the record.
   SIOBHAN
   So there’s something you need to know about twenty-first-century etiquette. If you get a dozen texts and you don’t answer inside twenty-four hours everyone thinks you’re dead.
   There’s an empty glass beside REBUS’S chair. He picks it up and stares at it. SIOBHAN takes it out of his hand and replaces it with a take-away coffee.
   SIOBHAN
   And I thought you weren’t doing this any more.
   REBUS
   Doing what?
   SIOBHAN
   Drinking yourself to sleep in an armchair.
   REBUS
   Did I do that?
   SIOBHAN
   Pretty conclusive evidence.
   REBUS
   ’Time is it?
   SIOBHAN
   Time to check your phone.
   REBUS mutters swearing as he pushes out of the chair and leaves the room, going to the bathroom.
   SIOBHAN
   (calling after him) Don’t mind me. I’ll just make myself at home.
   She makes a half-hearted attempt to clear a few things up. Quickly gives up.
   SIOBHAN
   I’d make you another cup of coffee but I’m betting you’ve no milk.
   She finds his phone. Sighs. REBUS comes back into the room, towelling his face. She holds up the phone at him. Accusing.
   SIOBHAN
   And you’ve no juice. Where’s your charger?
   She’s looking for it, finding it, plugging in his phone.
   REBUS
   I do have a landline. You’ve heard of them? Ancient communication devices, never run out of juice?
   SIOBHAN
   I rang it. About half one?
   REBUS
   I was out.
   SIOBHAN
   Doing what?
   REBUS
   Walking.
   SIOBHAN
   Wandering round the Meadows in the middle of the night.
   REBUS
   Wandering’s part of my ongoing exercise regime.
   She’s got the whisky bottle.
   SIOBHAN
   Is this part of your exercise regime?
   REBUS
   Better than sleeping pills. Natural product. Organic.
   SIOBHAN
   That’s great. You can put it on your muesli instead of milk.
   REBUS
   Muesli? I forgot my keys last night. Ageing brain. Too much content, no enough storage.
   SIOBHAN
   Throw some of the memories away.
   REBUS
   Working on it.
   There are boxes and stacks of files all over the floor. REBUS is starting to look through these as they talk.
   SIOBHAN
   Don’t you want to know why I was trying to get hold of you?
   REBUS
   Aren’t you here to tell me?
   SIOBHAN
   No, I came round looking for proof of life.
   REBUS
   But since you’re here . . .?
   SIOBHAN
   They’re going to offer it.
   REBUS
   Promotion?
   SIOBHAN
   Had one of those ‘strictly between us but you might want to buy some smarter suits’ conversations.
   REBUS
   Well that’s great! (she’s not responding) Isn’t it great?
   SIOBHAN
   Just wanted to talk to you.
   REBUS
   What’s to talk abou
t? About time isn’t it?
   SIOBHAN
   So I’d be crazy to knock it back?
   REBUS
   You want to be stalled at detective inspector for the rest of your days?
   SIOBHAN
   I could do something else.
   REBUS
   You’re no fit to do anything else.
   SIOBHAN
   Hey. We’re not all as sad as you! Some of us have other things in their lives apart from the job.
   REBUS
   Like what? Driving to Hibs away games? That’s a fast track to suicidal depression.
   REBUS is still half looking for something in his heaps of paper.
   SIOBHAN
   I could do another job!
   REBUS
   No you couldn’t.
   SIOBHAN
   Well thanks for the vote of confidence. What are you doing?
   REBUS
   I just remembered something, about an old case.
   SIOBHAN
   What old case?
   REBUS
   A murder, 2001.
   SIOBHAN
   Seriously?
   REBUS
   Aye, I passed on it when it came in. Maggie Towler? Remember?
   SIOBHAN
   No.
   REBUS
   No, well, we were a bit busy that year. I bet you remember that.
   SIOBHAN
   Only on the bad nights. We’ve had worse years since.
   REBUS
   I was starting that case with you. I pushed Maggie Towler onto Fraser Morris. (he’s found the file he wants) Got it! (looking through file) Fraser was a sloppy wee shite, I think he just read the notes of the first officer on the scene and filed it as a lost cause.
   SIOBHAN
   So I want career advice and you want to rerun some whinge from 2001? Are you even listening?
   REBUS
   Take the promotion. You’ve come too far to stop now.
   SIOBHAN
   Have I?
   REBUS
   It’s our anniversary.
   SIOBHAN
   What?
   REBUS
   Twenty-five years since I started mentoring your illustrious career.
   SIOBHAN
   Oh is that what you were doing?
   REBUS
   Helping you scale the heights of Police Scotland, Shiv.
   SIOBHAN
   Keeping me on the brink of investigation for professional misconduct.
   REBUS
   The edge that sharpens the detective senses.
   SIOBHAN
   Is it really twenty-five years?
   REBUS
   I counted.
   SIOBHAN
   You’re right. It must be. Because I arrived just after the first time we tried to convict Mordaunt.
   REBUS
   Is that what’s got you in this state? The Mordaunt case?
   SIOBHAN
   I’m not in a state. Alright. I want the right result this time. I want that a lot. But you must be feeling that. You were part of the original investigation . . .
   REBUS
   I was just a baby detective. All I did was a wee bit of the leg work. But everyone was part of it . . . Something about it, it got to everyone. You know that last lassie he killed . . . Angela . . . (trying to get name) Jesus . . . dying brain . . .
   SIOBHAN
   (cutting in) Angela Simpson.
   REBUS
   Aye. That was her first proper night out you know. First time her Mum and Dad let her stay out past eleven. A sixteen year old lassie just excited to be out on a Saturday . . . Is it the Dad you’re getting ready for court?
   SIOBHAN
   Yes.
   REBUS
   How’s he doing?
   SIOBHAN
   He’s still blaming himself: ‘If I’d known she was going drinking . . .’ Sixteen. You ought to be able to sneak into a pub kidding on you’re old enough, laughing with all your mates. That shouldn’t get you killed.
   REBUS
   Sixteen. Still new. Still daft enough to fall for it when some older guy starts chatting you up. Young enough to swallow the lines . . .
   SIOBHAN
   But Jesus, look at Mordaunt!
   REBUS
   Aye. Even when he was young he looked like a feral weasel that lived in a sewer. He must have had some chat up lines.
   SIOBHAN
   He’d’ve had confidence by the time he murdered Angela wouldn’t he? He’d already got away with rape and murder twice.
   REBUS
   He was a cocky swaggering little prick. Then and now.
   SIOBHAN
   Now we’ll get him. The forensics will get him.
   REBUS
   Is it from the tights? Is the evidence on the tights he strangled them with?
   SIOBHAN
   Come on John, I’m not supposed to talk about ongoing . . .
   REBUS
   (cutting in) Aw come on yourself, that’s no even me guessing. He strangled those girls with their own tights. There must be traces the forensics weren’t good enough to catch at the time, but you can prove the bastard’s hands were on the knots now.
   SIOBHAN
   Alright. Good guess. Hopefully, finally, we can do a proper job of putting him away.
   REBUS
   You don’t think we did a proper job back in 1992?
   SIOBHAN
   I’m not saying that . . .
   REBUS
   Sounds like you are.
   SIOBHAN
   Look, I can’t help adding up the evidence the original detectives had. They had Mordaunt’s plumbers’ van parked up near where the young women vanished, three times. Every murder, there’s his van . . .
   REBUS
   And there’s his wife, giving him an alibi, every time.
   SIOBHAN
   And, ok, you find yourself thinking, ‘How hard did they lean on his wife?’ Because she must have known.
   REBUS
   Why would you want to know a thing like that? Way I heard it she was like concrete. They couldny budge her. Mordaunt was drinking with her, apparently, every time.
   SIOBHAN
   CCTV evidence might’ve knocked a hole in that lie now. Forensics would have nailed him, will nail him now . . . if nothing goes wrong.
   REBUS
   What might go wrong?
   SIOBHAN
   The trial starts Monday.
   REBUS
   I know. And what might go wrong? What’re you worried about?
   SIOBHAN
   Nothing. Nothing at all. Do I look worried?
   REBUS
   Yes.
   SIOBHAN
   You see you think you can read me but this just proves . . .
   REBUS
   (cutting her off) Why haven’t I been called to give evidence?
   SIOBHAN
   You just said it. You weren’t doing more than door to door back then. You weren’t the lead detective. Steve Cant was.
   REBUS
   Steve Cant couldny lead his own shite out his arse. It’s thanks to him we never nailed the pervy weasel the day we lifted him. He was so busy worrying about playing it by the book he barely asked Mordaunt his name and address . . .
   SIOBHAN
   (cutting in) It’s thanks to him and the forensic pathologist at the time that the evidence of the Angela’s clothing has been preserved properly all these years. Stored properly, logged properly, and believe me that’s going to be an issue for the defence.
   Something in her tone alerts REBUS.
   REBUS
   What’s happened?
   SIOBHAN
   You did put Mordaunt away John. You got him the same year Angela died. For assault.
   REBUS
   Aye. What about it?
   SIOBHAN
   What made you so sure it was him?
   REBUS
   I could see rapist murdering scum beneath that cheery plumber exterior.
   SIOBHAN
   And could you really see the kind of man that could lay out a man twice 
his size? A man like Morris Gerald Cafferty?
   REBUS
   Cafferty was hit from behind.
   SIOBHAN
   True.
   REBUS
   And that was twenty-five years ago. Cafferty wasn’t the behemoth of crime and chaos he was in his prime.
   SIOBHAN
   He was a big man. And a lethal one.
   REBUS
   He turned his back for two minutes. All it took.
   SIOBHAN
   But I never understood why he let Mordaunt get away with it.