Last Seen in Aberdeen by M G Kincaid

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DS Frank Gaither’s work style was methodical and diligent. He had a patience that seemed unnatural and was, at times, maddening because you couldn’t hurry the man, no matter what you did. He was the absolute best to have at a crime scene.

Once Were Cops by Ken Bruen

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Dylan had come to Galway when I was a Guard, and I pulled crowd control. Beautiful sunny July day and no trouble. What I remember is this wizened gnome, crunched in on himself, singing in a croaked twisted voice. The crowd loved him, he was sixty and he had a charisma, small as he was, a kind of radiance, and after, when we were escorting him to his car, he mumbled something that only later I realized was … thanks. You know, that impressed me more than his whole concert.

Murder by the Book by Rex Stout

It’s in there somewhere:

“His face, chronically red, deepened a shade. His broad shoulders stiffened, and the creases spreading from the corners of his gray-blue eyes showed more as the eyelids tightened. Then, deciding I was playing for a burt, he controlled it. “Do you know,” he asked, “whose opinion of you I would like to have? Darwin’s. Where were you while evolution was going on?” (Inspector Cramer addresses Archie Goodwin)