'I'll see how
I'm fixed (to have arrangements).'
They looked like lawyers because that was what they were - invitees (a person who is invited to something) from the Procurator
Fiscal's (a legal officer who performs the functions of public prosecutor
and coroner, sometimes shortened to fiscal) office.
Solicitor General (the law officer of the
Crown ranking next to Attorney General , in Scotland next to Lord Advocate, and
acting as his assistant) for Scotland, Elinor Macari.
'Do we need to bow
or anything?' Rebus murmured to Clarke, who was fixing her fringe
(an area of hair hanging over the forehead).
Macari
looked as though she'd made several stops on her way to the party: hairdresser,
cosmetics counter (a long, flat, narrow surface or table in shop, bank, and
restaurant at which people is served) and boutique.
Having swept
the room in an instant, she knew who needed greeting and who could be dismissed
(not take seriously and is not important). The councilor (an elected
member of a local government) who headed the policing committee merited the
same kiss as Chief Constable.
A glass of white wine had been fetched, but Rebus doubted it was
anything other than a prop (respect).
'Got a few words
stored up in case she drifts this way?'
he asked Clarke.
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