I was a bit disappointed with this book, an unusual result for me with a Rankin book. It had a bang-up beginning - literally, bang-up. There was this exciting high speed car chase, ending in a crash on a bridge and the subsequent suicides by jumping of the two unfortunate young miscreants who were being chased by the police. Inspector Rebus witnesses the suicides and is troubled by them. Something seems wrong about their actions, and so, in his usual stubborn fashion, he tugs and tugs at that worrisome thread until a whole skein of lies and half-truths comes unraveled, revealing the underside of properous Edinburgh.
Rankin is never better than when describing Edinburgh. Even though I've never been there, I feel as though I have after reading his books, and that is true of this book as well. His feeling for the culture of the city, both high and low, is displayed once again, and one is treated to an exposition of the doughty Edinburgh citizens' collective personality.
The book has its pleasures, but, overall, I felt the plot was a bit muddy and there were just too many extraneous and, in my view, unnecessary, subplots woven in. Oh, well, not even Shakespeare could do a "Macbeth" every time out.