A Line to Kill (Hawthorne & Horowitz #3)

by Anthony Horowitz

I think there’s something wonderful and reassuring about the idea that in the rush of modern life people will still come together and sit for an hour in a theatre, a gymnasium or a giant tent simply out of a love of books and reading.

She was the sort of woman who would always make tea no matter what the crisis. Lose your leg in a hideous industrial accident and she’d be there with a nice cup of Earl Grey.

‘And I know I shouldn’t say this, but he didn’t strike me as a particularly nice man.’ ‘Why do you say that?’ ‘Well, he had everything, hadn’t he! Good looks, wealth, that house, a gorgeous wife. But he didn’t have anything nice to say about anyone.’