The Likeness (Dublin Murder Squad #2)

by Tana French

and Lexie Madison developed out of nothing like a Polaroid, she curled off the page and hung in the air like incense smoke, a girl with my face and a life from a half-forgotten dream.

By the end of my stint in Murder I could feel it coming: felt the high sing of madness in the air, the city hunching and twitching like a rabid dog building towards the rampage.

2 I didn’t actually spend the next three days watching crap telly, the way I’d said to Frank.

Curly Wurly