Real Tigers (Slough House, #3)

by Mick Herron

Like most forms of corruption, it began with men in suits.

It’s knowing it’s the hope that kills you that kills you.

Back in the war it was noticed that improved communications don’t just let information travel faster, they let bullshit off the leash too.

the online community, where the prevailing attitude resembled what you’d get if you spliced the DNA of an only child, a Daily Mail reader and a viciously toxic bacillus: an organism that was self-obsessed, full of pent-up rage, and sprayed poisonous shit everywhere.

and over which trees dangled foliage like fishermen hoping for a bite.

So it was Charles Partner let me pour that wine down the sink instead of down my throat,