I mourned with many when Edinburgh writer Ian Rankin brought his series of Rebus detective novels to a close, so I did take some consolation in his new thriller, Doors Open. Not much, though. The story of three middle-class, upstanding citizens who foolishly decide to dabble in crime was entertaining but somewhat fluffy. Protagonist Mike, the bored millionaire, wasn’t savvy enough and the twist wasn’t turned good and tight. It left me feeling melancholy and under-nourished because I could detect whiffs of the great Rankin lurking here and there between the pages, not unlike the delicious aroma of curry sometimes found in the back lanes of Edinburgh...