Abernethy locked around. He wanted to speak to Hogan, but Hogan was still on the phone. Rebus was the only one with time to talk.

Which was just the way Rebus had planned it.

He'd only had five minutes in which to brief Siobhan, but she was a born actress, even holding a conversation with the dialling tone. Hogan's fantasy librarian, meantime, was asking him all the right questions. And Abernethy was looking glazed.

`What do you mean?’

`In fact,' Rebus said, putting down a file, `you might be able to help.’

`How?’

`You're Special Branch, and Special Branch has access to the secret services.’

Rebus paused. `Right?’

Abernethy licked his lips and shrugged.

`See,' Rebus went on, `we're beginning to wonder something. There could be a dozen reasons why someone would want to kill Joseph Lintz, but the one we've been practically ignoring' (ignoring at Abernethy's suggestion, according to Hogan) `is the one that just might provide the answer. I'm talking about the Rat Line. What if Lintz's murder had something to do with that?’

`How could it?’

It was Rebus's turn to shrug. `That's why we need your help. We need any and all information we can get on the Rat Line.’

`But it never existed.’

`Funny, a lot of books seem to say it did.’

`They're wrong.’

`Then there are all these survivors… except they haven't survived. Suicides, car crashes, a fall from a window. Lintz is just one of along line of dead men.’

Siobhan Clarke and Bobby Hogan had finished their calls and were listening.

`You're climbing the wrong tree,' Abernethy said.

`Well, you know, if you're in a forest, climbing any tree will give you a better view.’

`There is no Rat Line.’

`You're an expert?’

`I've been collating…’

`Yes, yes, all the investigations. And how far have you got? Is any one of them going to make it to trial?’

`It's too early to tell.’

`And soon it may be too late. These men aren't getting any younger. I've seen the same thing all around Europe: delay the trial until the defendants are so old they snuff it or go doolally. Result's the same: no trial.’

`Look, this has nothing to do with…’

`Why are you here, Abernethy? Why did you come up that time to speak to Lintz?’

`Look, Rebus, it's not…’

`If you can't tell us, talk to your boss. Get him to do it. Otherwise, the way we're digging, we're bound to throw up an old bone sooner or later.’

Abernethy stood back a pace. `I think I get it,' he said. And he began to smile. `You're trying to stiff me.’

He was looking at Hogan. `That's what this is.’

`Not at all,' Rebus answered. `What I'm saying is: we'll redouble our efforts. We'll sniff into every little corner. The Rat Line, the Vatican, turning Nazis into cold war spies for the allies… it could all count as evidence. The other men on your list, the other suspects… we'll need to talk to all of them, see if they knew Joseph Lintz. Maybe they met him on the trip over.’

Abernethy was shaking his head. `I'm not going to let you do that.’

`You're going to obstruct the investigation?’

`That's not what I said.’

`No, but it's what you'll do.’

Rebus paused. `If you think we're climbing the wrong tree – and, incidentally, that should be barking up – go ahead and prove it. Give us everything you've got on Lintz's past.’

Abernethy's eyes were fierce.

`Or we go on digging and sniffing.’

Rebus opened another file, lifted out the first sheet. Hogan picked up his telephone, made another call. Siobhan Clarke looked at a list of numbers and chose one.

`Hello, is that the City Synagogue?’

Hogan was saying. `Yes, it's Detective Inspector Hogan here, Leith CID. Do you by any chance have information on a Joseph Lintz?’

Abernethy grabbed his coat, turned on his heels and left. They waited thirty seconds, then Hogan put the receiver down.

`He looked nettled.’

`That's one Christmas wish I can chalk off,' Siobhan Clarke said.

`Thanks for your time, Siobhan,' Rebus said.

`Happy to oblige. But why did it have to be me?’

`Because he knows you're Crime Squad. I wanted him to think interest was escalating. And because the two of you didn't exactly hit it off last time you met. Antagonism always helps.’

`And what did we accomplish?’

Bobby Hogan asked, beginning to gather together the files, half of which belonged to other cases.

`We rattled his cage,' Rebus said. `He's not up here for the good of his health – or yours, come to that. He's here because Special Branch in London want to know all about the investigation. And to me, that means they're scared of something.’

`The Rat Line?’

`That would be my guess. Abernethy's been keeping an eye on all the new cases nationwide. Someone in London is getting a bit sweaty.’

`They're worried this Rat Line will connect to whoever killed Lintz?’

`I'm not sure it goes that far,' Rebus said.

`Meaning?’

He looked at Clarke. `Meaning I'm not sure it goes that far.’

`Well,' Hogan said, `looks like he's off my back for a little while at least, for which I'm grateful.’

He got to his feet. `Get anyone a coffee?’

Clarke checked her watch. `Go on then.’

Rebus waited till Hogan was gone, then thanked Siobhan again. `I wasn't sure you'd be able to spare the time.’

`We're giving Jack Morton a wide berth,' she explained. `Nothing to do but bite our fingernails and wait. What about you, what are you up to?’

`Keeping my nose clean.’

She smiled. `I'll bet.’

Hogan came back with three coffees. `Powdered milk, sorry.’

Clarke wrinkled her nose. `Actually, I've got to be getting back.’

She stood up and put on her coat.

`That's one I owe you,' Hogan said, shaking her hand.

`I won't let you forget.’

She turned to Rebus. `See you later.’

`Cheers, Siobhan.’

Hogan put her cup beside his own. `So we got Abernethy off my back, but did we get anything else?’

`Wait and see, Bobby. I didn't exactly have much time to devise a strategy.’

The phone rang, just as Hogan took a mouthful of scalding coffee. Rebus picked up.

`Hello?’

`Is that you, John?’

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