The Last Devil to Die (Thursday Murder Club, #4)

by Richard Osman

How young and beautiful she was, how old and ugly she felt.

our memories are no less real than whatever moment in which we happen to be living.

A long life and a quick death, that’s the dream.

But Luca had killed plenty of other people. And if you kill plenty of people, you’ve got to expect someone’s going to throw you off a car park one day.

He thinks of first class on British Airways, of dinner at Scott’s, of being measured for suits at Oliver Brown on Sloane Street.

Caroline kills people for Connie, always has done. If you need her, you call the number for a launderette in Southwick and ask for a service wash. She’s quick, she’s reliable, and she’s a breath of fresh air in a traditionally male-dominated industry.

Coopers Chase is full of widows and widowers. Falling asleep with ghosts, and waking up alone.

Ibrahim has been quiet. I think he finds being around sadness very difficult. I think he takes it all very personally, loads it onto his own shoulders. I get sad when others are sad, of course I do, but life will give you enough sadness of your own to be getting on with, so you must be careful. Sometimes you just have to slip your big coat off, don’t you?