Titanium Noir

by Nick Harkaway

There’s a hollow moment, after you tell someone, when the first grief is exhausted and the long mourning hasn’t begun, when they’re almost not in pain. They can do the needful things, like pass on the bad news, find a babysitter, or talk to a murder detective.

Cop life is complicated. Three quarters of the problems they get asked to solve they can’t, and shouldn’t have to, and don’t know how. The rest are just fucking terrifying.