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112 pages, ebook
First published January 27, 2015
Taverner said, "how old are you, John?"
It wasn't a question you asked because you wanted to know the answer. It was a question you asked when you wanted to crush your underling under foot.
"What makes me look bad makes you look redundant ... Not everyone who screws up gets to join the slow horses, only those it would be impolitic to sack."
He'd not had a good night. Good nights anyway were rare. At 40, Bachelor had discovered you began dreaming of gravestones. After 50, it was what you dreamed of when you were awake that frightened you most. Could Diana Taverner really engineer him behind bars?
“and in the CD tray Pärt’s Für Alina, long hushed by the time Bachelor found the body, but its lingering silences implicit in the air, settling like dust on faded surfaces. … but now that his complaints of not enough money and too little regard had been silenced by a heart no longer merely dicky but well and truly dicked.”
“Lamb had been hived off to the curious little annex called Slough House, which was right side of the river, but wrong side of the tracks.”