Real Tigers (Slough House, #3)

by Mick Herron

You either cleaned up other people’s messes or you didn’t—and that was the class system for you, right there.

Ingrid Tearney was a hobbit of a woman, one Y-chromosome short of being a trainspotter.

Dame Ingrid was now realising, that the greatest threat to the Service—and her own role within it—seemed to be emanating from the Home Secretary rather than its more traditional enemies: terrorists, rival security agencies, the Guardian.

“And now he’s a stiff,” said Shirley. “Who whacked him?” Ho said, “You know what? His CV doesn’t say.”