Career of Evil (Cormoran Strike, #3)

by Robert Galbraith

Unnatural death was the business of the Special Investigation Branch, the plainclothes wing of the Royal Military Police, and his and his colleagues’ reflexive reaction had often been humor. That was how you coped when you saw the dead torn and mutilated.

You could find beauty nearly anywhere if you stopped to look for it, but the battle to get through the days made it easy to forget that this totally cost-free luxury existed.

“Why’s she dumped me then?” demanded Two-Times. Because you’re a fucking weirdo.

I’m not going to hit him,” said Strike, correctly reading her thoughts. “OK,” said Robin, but then, “you hit Whittaker, though.” “That was different,” said Strike, and when she did not respond, “Whittaker’s special. He’s family.”

“We’re finished,”