Bad Actors (Slough House, #8)

by Mick Herron

All those decades of the arms race, and it turned out there was no greater damage you could inflict on a state than ensure it was led by an idiot. Somewhere, someone, probably, was laughing.

Bachelor had known Lamb by reputation, but the reality was higher definition. Like when you’ve heard about a lorry ploughing through a front window, and then see it happen.

“True,” Ashley conceded. “But also, and I can’t stress this enough, fuck off.” Roddy sighed.

Shirley had a vision of a nun in a beekeeper’s outfit, like someone going to a fancy dress party twice.