Worried? I wished I were only that. I don’t know a word for the chilled feeling I got. It was like the feeling in a nightmare, when your car flies over a hill and there’s nothing on the other side.
I learned that people are anything but consistent. It’d be easier for us cops if they were, like on TV when a crook steps out of character and nails himself.
“What is your thing?”
“Money. Sex. A little blow if I’m feeling like a party. I’m a simple guy. You understand, right?”
For reasons far too complicated for all but the mandarins at Langley to comprehend, this must look like an internal attack: there can be no traceable links back to the US. Hence the use of an Australian team as the pointy end of a dirty spear.
Theoretically, a temperature of absolute zero is a physical impossibility. But rounding the corner of Hackney Road and copping the whip of the sleet-streaked wind directly into his face, Cody Thurston is pretty sure he’s found it.