Dr Walid walked me past the security at reception and introduced me to today's dead body.
Could it have been anyone, or was it destiny? When I’m considering this I find it helpful to quote the wisdom of my father, who once told me, Who knows why the fuck anything happens?
Classic grooming behavior, Dr. Walid told me later, something our fellow primates indulge in to maintain troop cohesion. Dr. Walid said human beings use language for the same purpose—which is why you...
Carnivorous unicorns, I thought.
By this point I was eager to emulate Guleed and merge unobtrusively with the imitation French farmhouse fittet cupboard and counter unit behind me.
But Smithy, said Stephanopoulis. I don’t believe in respectable businessmen. I’ve been a copper for more than five minutes. And the constable here doesn’t think you’re respectable either, because it h...
But London didn’t care, she never does when you leave her because she knows for every one that leaves another two arrive. Besides, she was too busy painting on her neon lipstick and dolling herself up...
Boss, I said into my Airwave. It’s getting needlessly metaphysical out here. Ignore
Before London swallowed it whole, Camden Town was the fork in the road best known for a coaching inn called the Mother Red Cap. It served as a last-chance stop for beer, highway robbery and gonorrhoea...
As property prices started rising, developers snatched up bomb sites and derelict buildings and erected the shapeless concrete lumps that have made the ’70s the shining beacon of architectural splendo...
An argument, said Dr. Walid. It’s an argument of wizards.
I headed over the river to the address listed on Mr Wilkinson's driving licence to see whether there was anyone who loved him enough to kill him.
— Да, этого человека явно обучал профессионал, — нахмурился Найтингейл. — Вы себе представляете, сколько лет нужно тренироваться, чтобы достичь такого уровня? Какая нужна целеустремленность, какая тре...
We hit the Rotunda and we did a quick spin around the Museum of London and into the bit of Little Britain that runs beside Postman’s Park. The trees in the park still had most of their leaves, and the...
Most people don’t want to fight, especially when evenly matched. A mob will tear an individual to pieces and a man with a gun and a noble cause is happy to kill ever so many women and children, but ri...
Insouciance. But there’s just something uniquely intimidating about
Her hair was piled up under a broad-brimmed
Culminating in one of those formless red brick shopping centres which artfully combines a complete lack of aesthetic quality with a total disregard for the utilitarian function for which it is built.
Zach Palmer, who was half human and half—we weren’t really sure what, including the possibility that the other half might be human as well.
Your ghost,' she said, 'Nicholas Nickleby. Do you think he might still be at the crime scene?' 'How should I know?' I said. 'I don't even believe in ghosts.