Crickets are chirping, the ground is dust, the background is black with blue-green and yellow lights. The year, as ever, the current one. The best! So Samit did a 360-degree scan, to discover two more groups coming down the northern avenue, one of young women who appeared to find the world a source of unending hilarity; the other a mixed bunch, all saggy-crotched jeans and unlaced trainers, broadcasting the usual Jamaican patois of the London-born teenager. So the occasional drink after work was fine, but anything more serious was out of bounds. But he always seems to go well above and beyond any thoughts of good manners or political correctness, so far beyond that he has to be doing it on purpose - but is he?
‘Catherine was an issue. ‘alarms’. Tregorian kept splitting into separate syllables, and rearranging itself: what was it, Cornish? Meanwhile, he cracked his knuckles, clicked on Amazon, wrote a one-star review of a random book, then checked his beard in the mirror he’d fixed to the anglepoise. ‘Oh.Yeah. ‘Know what I mean by stoats?’ ‘Hmmm,’ said Moira Tregorian, and the younger pair exchanged a glance.
In the silence that followed, the radiator on the landing belched in an oddly familiar way, as if it were working up an impression. The boy ever learned he had these moments of inattention, he’d never hear the end of it.
He’d seen one himself last week, in a supermarket car park; a black husk squatting in a pool of sooty residue. The more I read of this series the more I love it!
But even as his words went crashing through the empty house, he noticed their falsity: that was not the voice he’d had when River had been a boy.
David Cartwright skirted it unsteadily, one careful footstep after another along what remained of the kerb: little more than a series of narrow stepping-stones. This cult series set in the world of spooks in London has fast become a must read for me. ‘And we both know what being a suspect means.’
‘So . The attraction will be open Friday, Oct. 30 – Sunday, Nov. 1 on Halloween weekend. He’d arrived, as usual, in a terrific mood: swanned in wearing a brand-new jacket (waist-length black leather – when you’ve got it, flaunt it!)
I think that’s all of us accounted for.’ As was ‘finger’, come to that; fingers could be on the button or on the pulse. For me this is the best so far. Wouldn’t be a Cartwright otherwise. About Shane anyway. Being a tactful kind of guy, he’d managed to convey to her without having to put it into actual words that the Rod was off-limits – that Rod’s rod was not in her future – and give her her due, she’d managed to accept that without too much fuss, the odd wistful, what-might-have-been glance excepted. A suspicious mind might even conjecture that smoking has taken place here. I view our slow horses with both warmth and affection, Rodney and his fantasies about women, River, Catherine, Louise et al.
This fountain was the centrepiece of a hub at which corridors from each point of the compass met, and sooner or later everyone using Westacres passed by it. This is the fourth in the Slough House series – which is, to my mind, the best spy series since Le Carre.
His grandson was called River. ‘How old would you say she was?’ Shane defends the murder of Guardo on the grounds of his other crimes. ‘. I quickly let him know I was already hip to the series.
And he does it, anything to help his daughter.
Vic’s crimes aren’t about taking pleasure in someone else’s suffering. I am on the hold list for book number five and should have it in hand fairly soon. Catherine had had something of the spectral about her, and a resilience too, an inner strength that had allowed her to conquer her alcoholism, or at any rate, enabled her to continue the daily struggle.