Whispers Under Ground (Rivers of London #3)

by Ben Aaronovitch

because you’ve marked enough squares on the suspicious behavior board for me to call bingo.

“I had an education before Hendon,” I said. “I was thinking of training to be an architect.”

It’s a submachine gun of very distinctive configuration, with its side-mounted magazine and tubular stock. Designed at the start of World War Two to be cheap and cheerful, providing your definition of cheerful was lots of pistol-caliber bullets going in the general direction of the enemy.

it—a long wail floating over the landscape from the direction of London. I shivered. “What’s that?” I asked. The wail came again, wordless, angry, filled with rage and self-pity. “You know who that is,” said Tyburn. “You put him there, you pinned him to the bridge.”

“Sooner or later you’re going to have to set the hook-nosed bastard free,” said Tyburn. Not anytime soon, I thought.

Peter's lack of courage at this moment loses Lesley (colleague/friend/lover).