So he would talk to Chambers, not to influence the prosecutor – that was unthinkable, naturally – but to fill in some details on the snout’s useful contribution to police work and to society, a contribution which would come to a sad end should Chambers push for the maximum sentence.ĭirty job, but someone had to do it and besides, Flight was proud of his network of informers. Flight guessed he owed the man a helping hand. The snout had given him a lot of very useful tips in the past year, helping put a few fairly nasty individuals behind bars. Flight had told the man there was little he could do, but he would do what he could. The snout had been incredibly stupid, had been caught red-handed. Chambers was prosecuting counsel in a case involving one of Flight’s snouts. He was in court to have a quiet word with Malcolm Chambers. What had happened? Flight’s nose twitched. Last night Rebus had been seeing that psychologist, Dr Frazer, and now he was in a hurry to leave London. He was probably worried you were going to drop a bill into his lap.’įlight smiled obligingly, but his thoughts were elsewhere. ‘Because he’s a Jock, with all due respect, sir. Why would he leave without saying anything?’ ‘Frightened off by our consummate professionalism, I shouldn’t wonder.’ ‘Looks like he’s done a runner,’ DC Lamb commented.
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