Moon Over Soho (Rivers of London #2)

by Ben Aaronovitch

the mortuary was much the same as the rest of the hospital, only with fewer people complaining about the state of the NHS.

Lesley said that the capacity not to notice a traditional Dutch folk-dancing band walk up behind you was not a survival characteristic in the complex, fast-paced world of the modern policing environment. I’d like to point out that I was trying to give directions to a slightly deaf tourist at the time, and anyway, it was a Swedish dance troupe.

There’s no such thing as a full-service forensics team. It’s very expensive, so you order bits of it up from the Home Office, like a Chinese takeaway. Judging by the number of Noddy suits filing past us, Stephanopoulos had gone for the super-deluxe meal for six with extra egg fried rice. I was, I guessed, the fortune cookie.

I was an anatomically incomplete person of low intelligence and with a penchant for self-abuse.