Moon Over Soho (Rivers of London #2)

by Ben Aaronovitch

Sometimes, after a hard day of graft, nothing will satisfy but a kebab.

The police can live with looking corrupt, bullying or tyrannical, but looking stupid is intolerable.

Nobody does hostile curiosity like a bunch of thirteen-year-olds who are putting off doing their homework.

The bungalow was a hideous red-brick structure built, if I had to guess, in the early 1980s by some hack architect who’d been aiming at art deco and hit Tracy Emin instead.

she emerged onto the roof like an overdue tax demand.