A junkie lies dead in an Edinburgh squat. He is spreadeagled, cross-like on the floor, between two burned-down candles, a five-pointed star daubed on the wall above.
He is 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.
This is slightly better than the first book as in Rebus’ character progresses. Also the story line is good and the writing seems to be better too.