Strike spotted Kim wending her way back towards him. ‘Linda,’ said Strike, before Kim could speak, ‘this is Nina. Nina, Linda.’ ‘Hi,’ said Kim brightly. ‘How do you know Cormoran?’ ‘We fucked twice, a few years ago,’ said Nina, leaving Strike to deplore the tendency of the upper classes to call a spade a spade. ‘Oh,’ said Kim, without a flicker of discomposure. ‘He’s good, isn’t he? Speaking of which, Corm, I’d rather be doing that. Let’s go.’ She linked her arm through Strike’s.
