Chapters (67)
- Cover
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
The Chief was talking to a full conference room at HQ, mainly standing but from time to time walking about, stretching his leg, wincing slightly, standing with the weight on his other one.
‘It’s all worked out, it’s sophisticated, it moves like mercury. It’s not ten steps, it’s miles ahead of us and it’s bloody clever, it’s better organised than a brigade of guards. And it is everywhere, it’s on our patch and the patch next door and every patch in the country. It’s the biggest threat we have faced in my time as a cop, and all of yours. County lines isn’t about the small fry, we’ve mopped up plenty of them, but they’re like that . . . classical mythology. What was it called.? Cut off its head and two grew in its place, and so on . . .’
‘Hydra,’ Serrailler said.