Rebus's colleague Gill Templer would call it another sign of the phallocentric society, something like that. He's only got himself to blame. He gets treated the same as the rest of them, Inspector. Well, that was the question. Most MPs, Rebus wouldn't have given the time of day.
Vans are here, Inspector.
Yes sir,' said Rebus. So it was out into the cool dark night, lit by orange sodium lights, the glare of headlamps, and the dimmer light from open doors and twitching windows. The natives were restless. Some had come out on to their doorsteps, wrapped in paisley dressing gowns or wearing hastily found clothes, not quite hanging right. Police, natives, and of course the reporters.