She thought about it, shook her head.

‘You sleep in the same room?’ Rebus asked.

She shook her head again, smiled. ‘Jake not liking women.’

This was news to Rebus. Miriam Kenworthy had said something about him marrying an Englishwoman ... but put that down to immigration. He remembered the way Tarawicz had pawed Candice, realised now it had been for Telford’s benefit. He’d been showing Telford that he could control his women. While Telford ... well, Telford had let her get arrested, then be taken in by the Crime Squad. A small sign of rivalry between the two partners. Something to be exploited?

‘Is she ... will she ...?’

Rebus shrugged. ‘We hope so, Candice.’

She looked down at the floor. ‘My name is Dunya.’

‘Dunya,’ he echoed.

‘Sarajevo was ...’

She looked up at him. ‘You know, like really. I was escaping ... lucky. They all said to me: “You lucky, you lucky”.’

She stabbed at her chest with a finger. ‘Lucky. Survivor.’

She broke down again, and this time he held her.

The Stones: ‘Soul Survivor’. Only sometimes it was the body alone that survived, the soul eaten into, chewed up by experience.

‘Dunya,’ he said, repeating her name, reinforcing her true identity, trying to get through to the one part of her she’d kept hidden since Sarajevo. ‘Dunya, sshhh. It’s going to be all right. Sshhh.’

And stroking her hair, her face, his other hand on her back, feeling her tremble. Blinking back his own tears, and watching Sammy’s body. The atmosphere in the room crackled like electricity: he wondered if any part of it was reaching Sammy’s brain.

‘Dunya, Dunya, Dunya ...’

She pulled away, turned her back on him. He wouldn’t let her go. Walked up to her and rested his hands on her shoulders.

‘Dunya,’ he said, ‘how did Tarawicz find you?’

She seemed not to understand. ‘In Lower Largo, his men found you.’

‘Brian,’ she said quietly.

Rebus frowned. ‘Brian Summers?’

Pretty-Boy ...

‘He tell Jake.’

‘He told Tarawicz where you were?’

But why not just take her back to Edinburgh? Rebus thought he knew: she was too dangerous; she’d been too close to the police. Best get her out of the way. Not a killing: that would have implicated all of them. But Tarawicz could control her. Mr Pink Eyes bailing out his friend one more time ...

‘He brought you here so he could gloat over Telford.’

Rebus was thoughtful. He looked at Candice. What could he do with her? Where would be safe? She seemed to sense his thoughts, squeezed his hand.

‘You know I have a ...’

She made a cradling motion with her hands.

‘A boy,’ Rebus said. She nodded. ‘And Tarawicz knows where he is?’

She shook her head. ‘The lorries ... they took him.’

‘Tarawicz’s refugee lorries?’

She nodded again. ‘And you don’t know where he is?’

‘Jake knows. He says his man ...’ she made scuttling motions with her hands ’... will kill my boy if ...’ Scuttling motions: the Crab. Something struck Rebus. ‘Why isn’t the Crab up here with Tarawicz?’