The rain in Edinburgh does not fall so much as conspire—hanging in the air like a verdict never delivered, pooling in the cobblestone hollows of the Old Town with a patience that made one wonder if the city itself had learned to wait.
Detector-Sergeant Arthur Hespere stood at the threshold of the townhouse on Charlotte Square, his trench coat heavy with the kind of moisture that seeped through...
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