The Bullet That Missed (Thursday Murder Club, #3)

by Richard Osman

Mike gave me a peck on the cheek, and at one point he brushed my hand and there was electricity, but I think that was the combination of the deep carpet outside the restaurant and my new cardigan.

Mike finds it hard to cry, because he started having Botox treatments before they’d really got the hang of them, and his tear ducts are blocked.

I have been Googling, but there’s not much out there. I got so desperate I even used Bing, but the results were the same, if a bit slower.

The whole place feels very expensive yet deeply inoffensive, like a business hotel a divorcé might choose to kill himself in.

“It’s the people, in the end, isn’t it?” says Viktor. “It’s always the people. You can move halfway around the world to find your perfect life, move to Australia if you like, but it always comes down to the people you meet.”