Moon Over Soho (Rivers of London #2)

by Ben Aaronovitch

the first rule about a black woman’s hair is you don’t talk about a black woman’s hair. And the second rule is you don’t ever touch a black woman’s hair without getting written permission first.

generations of Cockney geezers on my dad’s side were yelling at me that this was a diabolical liberty and he deserved a good kicking.

they almost always head for Norfolk, where the skies are big, the land is flat and the demographics are full of creamy white goodness.

Nobody kills a suspect in a police station and gets away with it – at least nobody without a warrant card.

For a terrifying moment I thought he was going to hug me, but fortunately we both remembered we were English just in time. Still, it was a close call.

‘You just can’t off someone simply because it’s more convenient,’