Chapters (44)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Epigraph
- Sunday
- 1. Tufnell Park
- Monday
- 2. Baker Street
- 3. Ladbroke Grove
- 4. Archway
- 5. The Barbican
- Tuesday
- 6. Sloane Square
- 7. Nine Elms
- 8. Southwark
- 9. Shepherd’s Bush Market
- Wednesday
- 10. Russell Square
- 11. Brixton
- 12. Barbican
- 13. Sloane Square
- Thursday
- 14. Westbourne Park
- 15. Bayswater
- 16. South Wimbledon
- 17. Bayswater
- Friday
- 18. Notting Hill Gate
- 19. Ladbroke Grove
- 20. Holland Park
- 21. Oxford Circus
- 22. Warren Street
- Saturday
- 23. Warren Street
- 24. Sloane Square
- 25. Ladbroke Grove
- Christmas Day
- 26. Sloane Square
- Boxing Day and Beyond
- 27. Tottenham Court Road
- 28. Biggin Hill
- 29. Mornington Crescent
- Acknowledgements
- Also by Ben Aaronovitch
- Copyright
I resisted the urge to bang my forehead on the table.
Finally, after Lesley made it clear with many subtle verbal clues that she was resisting the urge to bang Zach’s forehead on the table, we moved on to the point where he introduced James Gallagher to the quiet people.
‘Not that they’re really called the Quiet People,’ said Zach.
‘We got the whole ambiguity thing,’ I said quickly.
Not only was Zach not sure what they called themselves, he wasn’t sure where they lived. ‘I know how to get there underground,’ he said as we pulled out the map again. ‘But I ain’t got the faintest as to where that is, you know, above ground.’ Somewhere in Notting Hill was the best he could do.
I had a suspicion I knew exactly where, but I kept it to myself.
They didn’t live in the sewers, Zach wanted to make that clear, they lived in their own tunnels which were dry and comfortable. He couldn’t tell you what the tunnels looked like however. ‘On account of them liking the dark.’
For James it was love at first feel. ‘He kept on going on about the walls,’ said Zach.
‘What about them?’ I asked.
‘He liked the way they felt,’ said Zach. ‘And the Quiet People liked him – kindred spirits and all that. That was the first time they’d let me past the hallway – and that’s me being friends with Stephen.’
‘So his name really is Stephen,’ said Lesley.
‘Believe it,’ said Zach. ‘I wasn’t making that up. Stephen, George, Henry: they’ve all got names like that. It’s a wonder they don’t wear flat caps and braces.’
Not that they got out much, Stephen being a bit of an exception, because, according to Zach, outgoing people don’t live underground.
‘So what was James looking for?’ asked Lesley.
‘I don’t know,’ said Zach. ‘Something artistic, or it might have been one of the girls. You know what they say. Once you’ve done fae, it don’t go away.’
He knew something – I could tell by the way he kept trying to distract us.
‘So he just went in and left you outside?’ asked Lesley.
‘In the hallway,’ said Zach.
‘You must have some idea of what he was doing,’ she said.
‘I only got as far as the parlour despite everything I’d done for them.’ He folded his arms across his chest. ‘I didn’t get the backstage pass.’
‘But they let James in,’ said Lesley. ‘Did that make you angry?’
‘Yeah,’ said Zach. ‘I got to say it did.’