Titanium Noir

by Nick Harkaway

“I wanted to make a deal.” “If it’s a plea deal, you’re talking to the wrong guy.” “It’s not a plea deal,” she snaps, but she looks brittle and maybe even scared. “If it’s a sex deal I’m not interested in that either.” “You made that clear, thank you.” “Well, sorry. Now I’m just being an asshole because I feel like hell. Come on, Ms. Denton. What’ve you got?”

“I think if we didn’t have Titans we’d just have one another.” Athena, talking through my mouth. “Yes. And you believe that would be just as bad, whereas I believe it would be a miracle. Probably we are both wrong, and it would be something in between. But that is still better than this.” “I feel like you put that together so it would come out that way.” “I did. I’m a propagandist, not your fucking babysitter.”

Figure a stranger breaks into your home and tries to end you, and you straight away end him, that is actually a tolerably simple outcome from a cop point of view.

Everything is exquisite and expensive, but none of it particularly advertises. It just happens that things this nice cost a lot of money.