Well, hell, why not both?
He realised that time had moved on. His QC had seated himself and the advocate depute was on her feet. He had missed Bartleby uttering the all-important words.
‘Are you quite sure?’ Bartleby had asked him on more than one occasion.
‘I’ve a life’s worth of mitigation,’ Rebus had assured him.
‘Then not guilty it is,’ Bartleby had agreed.
Doors were being opened to allow access to the Crown’s first witness. Andrew, who had handed police the CCTV from Cafferty’s penthouse, strode in. He wore an expensive suit and sported a new haircut. Dapper and ready for bigger things, he locked eyes with Rebus, and grinned.
I was a single father
But I just can’t complain
Got a heart full of headstones
As I step down from the train...
Jackie Leven, ‘Single Father’