Gillian Galbraith - Blood In The Water

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In this thrilling police-procedural, we are introduced to Alice Rice, Edinburgh's latest fictional detective. Smart and capable, but battling disillusionment and lonliness, we follow her as she races against time and an impacable killer to solve a series of grisly murders amongst Edinburgh's professional elite in the well-to-do New Town.

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‘How did you get in to see Dr Clarke in Bankes Crescent?’ Alastair asked.

‘Easy. I knew where she worked and followed her home. I knocked on her door and asked to speak to her about Teresa. She remembered, of course, and I was surprised how simple it was. Guilty conscience, maybe. I don’t know. Anyway, she just let me in…’

‘And Sammy?’

‘No problem. Sammy didn’t know I hated him, I didn’t always. When he lived in Bright Park we used to go out for a pint together occasionally. Like I said, I’d brought along a couple of cans… Next thing I knew I was in, and he was telling me all about his new life with Shona. It was all Shona this and Shona that and how they wanted to move out of Granton. He didn’t give a shit about Teresa or Davie, cut them out of his life like they were disposable…’

‘How did you get to Flora Erskine?’

‘That was a bit more difficult. I had to take a chance with her. I’d followed her from the High Street a few times, so I knew where she lived, and I’d watched her, I knew she lived alone. I’d seen her in court too. I got to know all her movements. Then, on the night I rang the doorbell and she came to the door, I just pushed her in. There was no chain or nothing. One minute I was on the doorstep, the next I was in her hall with her. She was easy anyway, small and frightened. Quite different from how she seemed in court, all puffed up in her black gown and wig. I felt sorry for her, nearly changed my mind, but then I remembered her laughing at Pearson’s fucking jokes about Davie’s good looks and it wasn’t too difficult.

Pearson, now Pearson, he was a challenge. I’d followed him, too, to his old nice house, his lovely house, up near Morningside, and I’d seen his wife and some old woman who kept popping in and out. So I knew that’d be tricky, and then there was his fucking bike too. But I got lucky. I was up at Parliament House late one evening trying to work out what to do about the judge and I saw someone come out and recognised him: David Pearson QC, no less and he started walking home. His bike was fucked, I think. I had the knife on me, nowhere safe to leave it, in the pocket of my parka. I think God was on my side, really. It started pelting down, bucketing, so hard it was difficult to see. It was my chance and I took it. No one else seemed to be about in the Meadows, so I killed him there and then. Used a ciggy packet for the word, the only paper I had. The blood went everywhere but the rain helped a lot, and no-one would look twice in weather like that at a soaking man in an old parka. Didn’t seem to be anybody about anyway, and my car, by chance, was really close. In Chambers Street, just down from the Meadows…’

‘All those people killed for Teresa and Davie,’ Alastair said, thinking out loud.

‘No,’ Mair corrected him, ‘not just for them, although that would have been enough. For all the other Davies too, and their mums. It was someone’s fault that Teresa killed herself, and someone’s fault that Davie was born damaged, but no one would have paid. Well, now they have, and Clarke, Pearson and Erskine won’t be able to bugger up anyone else’s life and Sammy won’t let any other woman down. I’m only sorry I couldn’t finish the job, get the judge and that liar. That would have been justice, but this time played by my rules.’

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Though he continued speaking for a further ten minutes, Donald Mair said nothing new but returned, time after time, to the injustice done to his sister. It was his obsession and his torment, and it had transformed an ordinary, kind man into some sort of pitiless avenging angel.

With the job done, exhaustion set in, leaving Alice on the edge of tears. The pain in her nose had returned with a vengeance, and she felt dirty and dishevelled, in need of fresh air. She collected her coat from its hook, listening, as she did so, to the sounds of hearty laughter coming from the murder suite, all tension now spent and a trip to the pub imminent. But she had no stomach for celebration.

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She left the car near the Palace of Holyrood and walked slowly, with Quill at her heels, towards the ruins of St Anthony’s Chapel. She followed the eastern path to Dunsappie Loch and then climbed more steeply to Salisbury Crags. By the time she reached the cleft at Cat’s Nick, dusk had fallen and the cold light of the full moon had turned the rock crimson, deepening the shadows between the columns and silvering her route. Gentle rain began to fall, but she persevered, undeterred, until her feet were on the summit of Arthur’s Seat, and only then, breathless, did she allow herself a rest. Her bodily aches and pains had not silenced the insistent voices in her head, demanding an answer. How could Mair have seen so much and yet so little? How could such a man have killed so many people? She had no answer.

Alice looked down onto the myriad lights of the city twinkling benignly below her, and watched as a single, flashing blue one moved slowly and inexorably in her direction.

GILLIAN GALBRAITH

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Grew up near Haddington in Scotland. For several years she practised as an Advocate specialising in medical negligence and agricultural law cases. She was the Legal Correspondent for the Scottish Farmer and has written law reports for The Times. Blood in the Water, her first book, was published in 2007. A second Alice Rice mystery, Where the Shadow Falls, was published in 2008. She lives deep in the country near Kinross with her husband and child, cats, dogs, hens and bees.

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