Chapters (79)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Prologue
- PART ONEEdinburgh November 2008
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- PART TWOLondon November 1988
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- PART THREEEdinburgh November 2008
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- Chapter Sixty-Two
- Chapter Sixty-Three
- Chapter Sixty-Four
- Chapter Sixty-Five
- Chapter Sixty-Six
- Chapter Sixty-Seven
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- By the Same Author
- About the Publisher
‘Get the fiscal on the phone–we need to contact the Lord Chancellor…and it might be best if the request comes through them. This isn’t going to be straightforward.’
Chapter Forty
The procurator fiscal for the sheriffdom of Lothian and Borders was Agnes Sampson; the archaic title simply meant she was the chief prosecutor for the Edinburgh area. A pear-shaped woman with mousy brown curly hair, she had achieved her promotion through a razor-like intellect, which was hidden behind an extremely plain facade. DI Bancho had the utmost respect for her, as did anyone with half a brain who came into contact with her.
Agnes Sampson’s career had started out in the typing pool of the fiscal’s office. She quickly realized that the prosecuting lawyers, who were earning at least three times her salary, were useless. Agnes thought she could do better, so she went to night school, sat her exams, and worked her way through law school. After law school Agnes had gone back into the fiscal service because she realized that, in the legal profession, contacts are everything. And she didn’t have any. Sadly, she was still in the same position, which was why, when she received the phone call from DI Bancho, she decided to enlist the help of the dean of the Faculty of Advocates. She was sure that someone in his social circle would have gone to school with Lord Edward Hunter, the newly appointed Lord Chancellor of England.
DI Bancho was again impressed with the wise decision of the senior fiscal. She didn’t let her ego get in the way, she just wanted the job done, which was why he was standing in front of a blazing fire in the Great Hall of the Scottish legal establishment’s Parliament House. He could see into the Faculty of Advocates Library. The advocates were dressed in their striped trousers, black waistcoats and jackets, much like those of any good hotel manager, but their suits were bespoke and cost more than most managers make in two months. An old man in a blue wool suit with silver buttons, a white wing-tipped shirt, and a white bow tie approached the inspector. He bowed very slightly.
‘Detective Inspector Bancho?’ he asked.