Moon Over Soho (Rivers of London #2)

by Ben Aaronovitch

The furniture looked like John Lewis – expensive, comfortable and unimaginative.

This made me chuckle!

The pianist, Daniel Hossack, was a classically trained music teacher at Westminster School for the terminally privileged.

Stephanopoulos was waiting for me inside. She was a short, terrifying woman whose legendary capacity for revenge had earned her the title of the lesbian officer least likely to have a flippant remark made about her sexual orientation. She was stocky, and had a square face that wasn’t helped by a Sheena Easton flat-top that you might have called ironic postmodern dyke chic, but only if you really craved suffering.

We both looked at Toby, who swallowed his sausage in a single gulp.