Stuart MacBride
All That’s Dead
For Grendel (again)
Without Whom
As always I’ve received a lot of help from a lot of people while I was writing this book, so I’d like to take this opportunity to thank: Sergeant Bruce Crawford, star of Skye and screen, who answers
Like all writers I also owe a huge debt of thanks to all the librarians and booksellers out there who put books in people’s hands and enthuse at them till they go away and read them. Then there’s you, the person reading this book! In a world that seems hell-bent on dumbing down, you’re a magnificent sexy beast of a thing and none of us would be here without you.
I’ve saved the best for last — as always — Fiona and Grendel (with honourable mentions to Onion and Beetroot who didn’t really help, but haven’t interfered too much).
— I want you to pretend —
that nothing bad is going to happen to you...
1
The study cupped itself around him like a hand around a match, guarding the flame until it can ignite the fuse. A dark room, filled with the sounds of Led Zeppelin, lit by a single Anglepoise lamp and the three huge monitors that hung above his ancient wooden desk. Awaiting his next words. Hungry.
Nicholas reached out with two liver-spotted forefingers and fed them: ‘this is what any
A curl of ash tumbled down the front of his old Rolling Stones T-shirt and blood-red hoodie.
‘God damn it... ’ Brushing at it just smeared the powdery grey deeper into the fabric.
Abigail really wouldn’t approve of that. Bad enough going around dressed like a stroppy teenager, never mind a tramp.
An electronic
Nicholas adjusted his glasses and peered at it. Cleared his throat and read it out loud. ‘“Shut your mouth you upper-class English tit. ” Three Exclamation marks. “You can spout your plumby voiced treason all you like, but you know bugger all about it. Sod off and die. ” Hashtag, “IndeRef F. T. W. ”’
How lovely.
A smile pulled at his cheeks as his two fingers rattled across the keyboard.