The Hallmarked Man (Cormoran Strike, #8)

by Robert Galbraith

‘How sure are you? Out of ten?’ ‘Dunno… five? But it could of bin ’im – Wright was a bit—’ Instead of finishing the sentence, Todd raised his right hand and let it hang, limply, from his wrist. ‘What?’ said Strike. ‘Camp?’ ‘Poncey. Yeah.’