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

by Richard Osman

At one point they walked past a house on Trafalgar Street that Bogdan told her was a crack den, and then past an old forge on London Road where a Lithuanian was buried. Bogdan would make a very good tour guide for a very specific type of tourist.

“Yes, please, dear,” she says. “Could you bring me a flask of tea, and a gun?”

Viktor rolls off his chair, and crouches behind a sofa with his gun drawn. Mike raises one eyebrow. Henrik takes a moment, and then taps Viktor on the shoulder. “Viktor,” he says. “You have to stop doing this. I’m the one who was trying to kill you. And I’m here.”