The Twist of a Knife (Hawthorne & Horowitz #4)

by Anthony Horowitz

He might have a moral compass, but he was the one who would decide which way it pointed.

Her hair was obviously dyed, which was odd because it was an unpleasant colour, somewhere between brown and ginger.

Ewan poured him a glass of whisky, spilling a few drops onto the carpet and adding to the stains from a hundred first nights, a liquid history of the Vaudeville.

Of all the languages in the world, officialese is the grimmest, lacking any sense of humanity.

Cigarette smoke hung thick in the air, which was both unpleasant and, in modern times, rare.

It’s amazing, really, the invisible process that can turn complete strangers into friends.

We’ve been together so long and she’s so much cleverer than me that it makes no sense to keep anything from her, and anyway, she always finds out.

The paintings were not just abstract. They were indecipherable.