Lethal White (Cormoran Strike, #4)

by Robert Galbraith

‘Think about the lachesis pills. You’re the one who thought they were significant. Think about all those odd things Chiswell kept doing: taunting Aamir in front of everyone, saying Lachesis “knew when everyone’s number would be up”, telling you “one by one, they trip themselves up”, looking for Freddie’s money clip, which turned up in his pocket.’ ‘I have thought about those things, but I still

‘The helium and tubing entering the house disguised as a crate of champagne. Somebody knew he wouldn’t want to drink it, because he was allergic. Ask yourself how Flick knew Jimmy had a claim on Chiswell. Think about Flick’s row with her flatmate Laura—’ ‘How can that have anything to do with this?’ ‘Think!’ said Strike, infuriatingly. ‘No amitriptyline was found in the empty orange juice carton in Chiswell’s bin. Remember Kinvara, obsessing over Chiswell’s whereabouts. Have a guess what little Francesca at Drummond’s art gallery is going to tell me if I ever get her on the phone. Think about that call to Chiswell’s constituency office about people “pissing themselves as they die” – which isn’t conclusive in itself, I grant you, but it’s bloody