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7 pages, Audiobook
First published May 13, 2020
‘He had no idea what civilians, or civilised people, would say in these circumstances. Thanks for that, old chap, much obliged, perhaps? Ought he apologise for coming in his mouth? Would this be a good moment to restart the conversation about where Kim had learned to use a knife? Thank God they were British. He took a deep breath. “Cup of tea?”’
“What I say is, one can be as moral as one likes but one should have the courtesy to do it in private, like any other bad habit.”
Thank God they were British. He took a deep breath. “Cup of tea?”It’s early 1920s, and life is tough for former soldiers in Britain, trying to stay afloat after years spent fighting in the Great War. Will Darling is lucky to have inherited a second-hand bookshop from his namesake uncle that he barely knew. Of course, pretty soon he figures out that his lucky inheritance also comes with the unexpected side of having to defend himself from both War Office and a secret brutal gang trying to make him hand over some mysterious and apparently vital “information” that his uncle apparently had been entrusted with prior to his sudden death.
“I was good at it,” Will said. “I enjoyed it. The danger and the challenge, mostly, but killing was part of the game too, and it was a lot better than sitting on my arse in a trench. I volunteered to go kill men who I’d have had a drink with if I’d met them in a pub, and that wasn’t courage, just a twist in the head that went the other way round to shellshock. Calling it honour is putting ribbons on a pile of shit. It might look good, but it still stinks.”![]()
“He is, isn’t he? Or, rather, no, he isn’t. Kind.” She appeared to consider the word. “He does things when he thinks they ought to be done, but I don’t know if that’s kindness or just rightness. Do you know what I mean? Kim says, Well, that needs to be dealt with, and he deals with it, and then you’ll be sorry.”
“Scheduled mayhem is more convenient? I suppose you can put it in your diary. Work around it.”
“‘Sorry, I’ve no time for a knife fight in the street on Thursday, could you make it Friday?’”
Kim exhaled hard. “We appear to be locked in competition as to who has less of a spine.”
“You’re a bit of a mess, aren’t you?”
“My friend, you have no idea.”