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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It lasted seconds, but never stopped, and those it left behind—parents and families, lovers and friends—would ever after mark the date as one of unanswered phone calls and uncollected cars; a day when something like the sun bloomed in ...
It lasted seconds, but never stopped, and those it left behind—parents and families, lovers and friends—would ever after mark the date as one of unanswered phone calls and uncollected cars; a day when something like the sun bloomed in ...
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... Moira Tregorian currently being the room's sole occupant: her monologue consists of single, emphatic syllables—a “tchah”here, a "duh"there—interspersed with the odd unfractured phrase, never thought I'd see the day and what on earth ...
... Moira Tregorian currently being the room's sole occupant: her monologue consists of single, emphatic syllables—a “tchah”here, a "duh"there—interspersed with the odd unfractured phrase, never thought I'd see the day and what on earth ...
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Then he sat and stared at his monitor, which had long defaulted to its screensaver: a black background around which an orange ball careened, bumping against its borders, never getting anywhere. Yeah: Marcus knew how that felt.
Then he sat and stared at his monitor, which had long defaulted to its screensaver: a black background around which an orange ball careened, bumping against its borders, never getting anywhere. Yeah: Marcus knew how that felt.
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And it had long been Moira Tregorian's credo that paperwork was what kept battleships afloat: you could have all your admirals out on deck in their fancy get-up, but without the right paperwork, you'd never get out of the harbour.
And it had long been Moira Tregorian's credo that paperwork was what kept battleships afloat: you could have all your admirals out on deck in their fancy get-up, but without the right paperwork, you'd never get out of the harbour.
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Fingernails, now: those, you clipped, discarded, and never wanted to see again. So Slough House was a fingernail of the Service: a fair step from Regent's Park geographically, and on another planet in most other ways.
Fingernails, now: those, you clipped, discarded, and never wanted to see again. So Slough House was a fingernail of the Service: a fair step from Regent's Park geographically, and on another planet in most other ways.
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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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