This isn't part of the Slough House series, but is entwined with it nonetheless. The beginning was gripping, with unknown thugs pursuing a older, retired intelligence asset. I liked Max immediately and wanted to know WTF? just as much as he did.
Multiple strands of this complex story were carried throughout the novel, present and past timelines. The espionage practice of taking job names allowed Herron to muddy the waters enough to keep me in the dark about who was who until the last pages. Only one stood out clearly, with his prestidigitation of cigarettes and matches plus one well placed fart, just in case you weren't catching on quickly enough.
I now have a whole new perspective on River's grandfather, David Cartwright, the Old Bastard. Not a term of endearment, although that's how River interprets it. But the moral of the story (at least from my vantage point) is this: do not fuck with an archivist.
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