Spook StreetWhat happens when an old spook loses his mind? Does the Service have a retirement home for those who know too many secrets but don’t remember they’re secret? Or does someone take care of the senile spy for good? These are the paranoid concerns of David Cartwright, a Cold War–era operative and one-time head of MI5 who is sliding into dementia, and questions his grandson, River, must figure out answers to now that the spy who raised him has started to forget to wear pants. But River, himself an agent at Slough House, MI5’s outpost for disgraced spies, has other things to worry about. A bomb has detonated in the middle of a busy shopping center and killed forty innocent civilians. The “slow horses” of Slough House must figure out who is behind this act of terror before the situation escalates. |
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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. So naturally it was here Samit mostly lingered, the better to scrutinise the ...
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. So naturally it was here Samit mostly lingered, the better to scrutinise the ...
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This gesture helped shield his teeth, by which he was later identified. For the blast, when it came, left little intact. It shattered bone and pulverised mortality, and reduced all nearby life to charred stubble.
This gesture helped shield his teeth, by which he was later identified. For the blast, when it came, left little intact. It shattered bone and pulverised mortality, and reduced all nearby life to charred stubble.
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Later?” “'Cause there's something I want to talk to you about, only here's maybe not the best place.” Oh fuck, she thought. Here we go. “I'm sorry, is this a private conversation?” And here was Moira Tregorian, a name Louisa had spent ...
Later?” “'Cause there's something I want to talk to you about, only here's maybe not the best place.” Oh fuck, she thought. Here we go. “I'm sorry, is this a private conversation?” And here was Moira Tregorian, a name Louisa had spent ...
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“Action stations,” murmured River. They escaped, but before they disappeared into their separate rooms River said, “So, you okay for later?” “Yeah, no, what? Later?” “Quick drink,” said River. “Thing is—” Here it comes, thought Louisa.
“Action stations,” murmured River. They escaped, but before they disappeared into their separate rooms River said, “So, you okay for later?” “Yeah, no, what? Later?” “Quick drink,” said River. “Thing is—” Here it comes, thought Louisa.
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His grandson might call round later, and he wanted to have some food in. His grandson was called River. Before he left, though, he needed to check his tie was straight. In the same way a tongue keeps probing a sore tooth, ...
His grandson might call round later, and he wanted to have some food in. His grandson was called River. Before he left, though, he needed to check his tie was straight. In the same way a tongue keeps probing a sore tooth, ...
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User Review - RonWelton - LibraryThingIn Mick Herron's Spook Street Slough House "was where they sent you when they wanted you to go away, but didn’t want to sack you in case you got litigious about it." To David Cartwright ... Read full review
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User Review - Ameise1 - LibraryThingThe fourth volume in the 'Slough House' series didn't disappoint either. Actually, all employees are on the sidelines and yet it is they who make British intelligence look old. This time, too, an ... Read full review
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