Titanium Noir

by Nick Harkaway

“Well,” I say, “life is the process of learning shit that you never ever wanted to hear.”

“I’m a specialist in socio-medical criminal investigations.”

In her hands, a corpse is like one of those old Bibles chained up in a dusty room, not only the printed text and the rich colours of the pictures, but the records of marriages and births and deaths in the back pages, the history of a town. It’s a shame we don’t think of ourselves that way more often.

Family’s never easy, but it gets nastier if everyone’s rich and lives basically forever.