" As usual, Vanderhyde’s memory was sharp enough when it suited him. ‘That’s true. All the same, you were there.’ ‘Yes, I was. But I left several hours before the fire started. Not guilty, your honour.’ ‘Why were you there in the first place?’ ‘To meet a friend for a drink.’ ‘A seedy place for a drink.’ ‘Was it? You’ll have to remember, Inspector, I couldn’t see anything. It certainly didn’t smell or feel particularly disreputable.’ ‘Point taken.’ ‘I had my memories. To me, it was the same old Central Hotel I’d lunched in and danced in. I quite enjoyed the evening. "

― Ian Rankin , The Black Book (Inspector Rebus, #5)