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Chapters (49)
  1. Also by Christopher Brookmyre
  2. COPYRIGHT
  3. Contents
  4. Dedication
  5. Acknowledgements
  6. The Loneliness and the Scream
  7. Jasmine Screws Up
  8. Whodunit
  9. The Presence of Absence
  10. Machinery
  11. The Long View
  12. A Whole Child Ago
  13. Motives
  14. Baby Steps and Dainty Feet
  15. Higher Powers
  16. Asylum
  17. This Dark Place
  18. View from a Dead End
  19. The Mercy of the Court
  20. Run to Ground
  21. Explosive Information
  22. The Abandoned
  23. Played
  24. Witness
  25. Identity
  26. Fire-Damaged
  27. Lost in the Swamp
  28. Darken the Memory
  29. Naming the Sins
  30. Stolen Glances
  31. Beyond the Visible Spectrum
  32. The Biggest Gang in Glasgow
  33. Infrared and Sonic Boom
  34. That Golden Rule
  35. Quiet Little Voices
  36. Clarity
  37. Listening to Fear
  38. Locust in Flight
  39. Phantoms
  40. Secret Trades
  41. Names on a Page
  42. Two Porcupines Making Love
  43. Sins of the Father
  44. Old School
  45. A One-Way Trip to the Campsies
  46. Family (i)
  47. Family (ii)
  48. Forgiveness
  49. Four Words

‘I’m not denying it at all. I’m saying I know it wasn’t Glen Fallan shooting at you today, because you’re still alive. Glen Fallan doesn’t make attempts. If he wanted you dead, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Come on, Catherine: a guy pulls up behind you in the street, in broad daylight, in the same kind of motor you already associate with him, and starts shooting holes in your car. Not exactly discreet.’

Catherine caught up.

‘The shooter wanted to be seen,’ she said.

‘The word is out that Fallan’s back in town, and he was never short of enemies. You spoke to him this morning. How did he seem? What did you ask him about?’

‘Seem? Big. Guarded. Scary. The strong, violent type. I asked him about Callahan, Fleeting, McDiarmid, Miller. He said he didn’t know who they were.’

‘Did you believe him?’

‘Yes,’ she admitted. ‘I pretended to him that I didn’t, but it was obvious. He’s here about something else. He’s with this young girl, as you know, Jasmine Sharp. Works for her uncle’s PI outfit, except, get this, he’s gone missing. Retired cop. Jim Sharp. That ring any bells?’

‘Yeah, he was CID over in Clydebank. Good cop. A workaholic, though. No surprise he went private. Guys like that can’t retire. And he’s gone missing?’

‘Apparently. She reported it Monday. Says Fallan’s helping her look for him. He’s going by the name Tron Ingrams these days. I can’t work out what his angle is, but then I know next to nothing about him.’

‘Well, unless you work out what his game is, and unless it affects you directly, I wouldn’t be in a hurry to get involved. Tread very lightly, and make no assumptions about him: positive or negative. Anybody with a past like his who’s subsequently stayed off our radar for more than twenty years is either very much reformed or even more dangerous.’

‘There was one thing he mentioned,’ she remembered. ‘Think he was messing with my head, but he made reference to “the biggest gang in Glasgow”. Said I should ask somebody older about it. Do you know who that is?’

‘Aye,’ said Sunderland, his features suddenly that little bit more alert. ‘Us.’

Infrared and Sonic Boom