More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“His diary’s empty, River. Mostly he stares at the ceiling and farts.”
“He’s going to the Cotswolds, Standish. Not Helmand Province.”
“It’s your whale, after all. No reason anyone else should die trying to stick a harpoon in it.”
“Don’t knock cipher clerks,” Katinsky told him. “Like any other branch of the Civil Service, all the work’s done low on the food chain. Everyone else just has meetings.”
Oh Christ, she thought. Crouching with her back to an air-con vent atop the City’s tallest building while a well-dressed gangster cracked wise. I’m in Die Hard.
