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Chapters (23)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Contents
  4. 1 One of Sir Roger’s Lesser Works
  5. 2 Teenage Kicks
  6. 3 Driving While Cheerful
  7. 4 Obligatory Audience Participation
  8. 5 Mother’s Little Helper
  9. 6 On the Comparing of Watches
  10. 7 The Intrepid Fox
  11. 8 Uninvited Guests
  12. 9 The Tiger Hunting Committee
  13. 10 Picking Up the Pieces
  14. 11 Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree
  15. 12 The 100 Metre Nonchalant Stroll
  16. 13 Angry Birds
  17. 14 A Walk in the Park
  18. 15 State Six
  19. 16 Pleased to Meet You
  20. Acknowledgements
  21. Technical Note
  22. Also by Ben Aaronovitch from Gollancz:
  23. Copyright

Me and Guleed took advantage of the fresh air to clamber to our feet and start coughing. I was so busy attempting to expel my lungs that I didn’t follow Lady Helena to the back of the Renault. One of the storage boxes was open and on its side and she squatted down and starting picking through the spray of manuscripts and plastic folders.

After a few moments I had enough breath to ask whether she’d seen Nightingale.

She didn’t look up from her search but she did shrug.

‘I think I might have been fighting him at one point,’ she said. ‘It all got rather confused. Ah!’ She stood up brandishing a package the size of a family sized box of Sainsbury’s own cornflakes. ‘Not a total waste of my time after all,’ she said and then strolled past me back towards the stairs. ‘If you’re looking to stop our friend Mr Chorley, my best guess is that he’ll try break out via the vehicle lifts.’

I briefly considered trying to arrest her. Guleed caught my eye, waiting to follow my lead, but I shook my head. With the fire out the smoke wasn’t getting any thicker, but the dense haze remained pretty toxic and whatever air spell Lady Helena had cast we couldn’t count on it lasting forever. So me and Guleed gathered up the spilled loot, plonked it back in the storage container and carried it, and the one with the lid still on, back to the stairwell.

There we found Stephanopoulos and a bunch of irate London Fire Brigade in breathing gear. She wanted to know if the garage was clear of Falcon, so she could let the fire officers in. But I couldn’t give her that assurance. It took us half an hour to locate Nightingale, who’d chased Martin Chorley through a brand new hole in the vehicle lifts but hadn’t dared continue the pursuit beyond the secure perimeter.

‘Far too high a risk of civilian casualties,’ he said later.

Stephanopoulos didn’t look happy.

‘We have not exactly covered ourselves with glory,’ she said.

‘On the other hand,’ said Guleed, ‘none of us are dead.’

‘Just you wait until the Commissioner sees the bill,’ said Stephanopoulos.

16 Pleased to Meet You

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Pleased to Meet You