‘Any idea what was in it?’
‘I got the feeling it was just clothes.’
‘Okay.’
‘Anything else?’
‘Let’s talk about the pentagram. Someone has been back to the house and added to it since these photographs were taken.’
Charlie said nothing, but did not look surprised.
‘It was you, wasn’t it?’
Charlie nodded.
‘How did you get in?’
‘Through the downstairs window. Those wooden slats couldn’t keep out an elephant. It’s like an extra door. Lots of people used to come into the house that way.’
‘Why did you go back?’
‘It wasn’t finished, was it? I wanted to add the symbols.’
‘And the message.’
Charlie smiled to himself. ‘Yes, the message.’
‘”Hello Ronnie”,’ Rebus quoted. ‘What’s that all about?’
‘Just what it says. His spirit’s still in the house, his soul’s still.there. I was just saying hello. I had some paint left. Besides, I thought it might give somebody a fright.’
Rebus remembered his own shock at seeing the scrawl. He felt his cheeks redden slightly, but covered the fact with a question.
‘Do you remember the candles?’
Charlie nodded, but was becoming restless. Helping police with their inquiries was not as much fun as he had hoped.
‘What about your project?’ said Rebus, changing tack.
‘What about it?’
‘It’s on demonism, isn’t it?’
‘Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.’
‘What aspect of demonism?’
‘I don’t know. Maybe the popular mythology. How old fears become new fears, that sort of thing.’
‘Do you know any of the covens in Edinburgh?’
‘I know people who claim to be in some of them.’
‘But you’ve never been along to one?’
‘No, worse luck.’ Charlie seemed suddenly to come to life. ‘Look, what is all this? Ronnie OD’d. He’s history. Why all the questions?’
‘What can you tell me about the candles?’
Charlie exploded. ‘What about the candles?’
Rebus was all calmness. He exhaled smoke before responding. ‘There were candles in the living room.’ He was getting close to telling Charlie something Charlie didn’t seem to know. All during the interview, he had been spiralling inwards towards this moment.
‘That’s right. Big candles. Ronnie got them from some shop that specialises in candles. He liked candles. They gave the place ambience.’
‘Tracy found Ronnie in his bedroom. She thinks he was already dead.’ Rebus’s voice became lower still, and as flat as the desktop. ‘But by the time she’d phoned us, and an officer had turned up at the house, Ronnie’s body had been moved downstairs. It was laid out between two candles, which had been burnt down to nothing.’
‘There wasn’t much left of those candles anyway, not when I left.’
‘You left when?’
‘Just before midnight. There was supposed to be a party somewhere on the estate. I thought I might get invited in.’
‘How long would the candles have burned for?’
‘An hour, two hours. God knows.’
‘How much smack did Ronnie have?’
‘Christ, I don’t know.’
‘Well, how much would he normally use at any one time?’
‘I really don’t know. I’m not a user, you know. I hate all that stuff. I’ve got two friends who were in my sixth form. They’re both in private clinics.’
