Edinburgh Twilight (Ian Hamilton Mysteries #1)

by Carole Lawrence

“Must you stand there gaping like an idiot, Hamilton, when you can see I’m busy?” “I’m afraid my face looks naturally idiotic in repose, sir.”

in Edinburgh, trouble was not hard to find.

“Ach, the English!” She spat the words out contemptuously. “They’re a pallid group o’weaklings. Can’t even manage to measure a proper mile.” Ian helped himself to more tea and shortbread. “Auntie, we’ve not had Scots miles since you were a girl.” “Because the English are too feeble to walk them,”

“Sometimes being clever makes it more difficult to be happy.” “It’s not about being happy—it’s about doing what needs to be done.”

“How is life in Glasgow?” “Crude, rude, profane. Inebriated. I felt right at home.

“You’re shot tae fuck,”

“Flattery is the province of fools—those who give it and those who believe it.”