Mick Herron is a masterful writer who can tell a story from multiple perspectives while building momentum.
And two new "slow horses" are eying each other suspiciously, wondering what the other did to deserve a desk at Slough House and which will have a crack at advancement. Roderick Ho, the resident technology whiz, has written some code that records his diligent work on an endless archiving project, leaving him free to play computer games and stalk women through social networks – women who turn out to be just as mendacious about their profiles as he is. Meanwhile two of his band are summoned by a supercilious official in a more respectable part of the service to play minders for a wealthy Russian oligarch who might one day move up into a position of power – drawing the official upward in his orbit, or so he hopes. Lamb has been a part of the circus long enough to know what that refers to, though what it might actually mean is another matter. On it, there's a cryptic message: cicadas. He finds Bow's cellphone pushed down between two seats. When Dickie Bow, a retired alcoholic ex-spook is found dead on a bus, Lamb heads out to examine the scene. Jackson Lamb, the supervisor of a crew of MI5 agents who have derailed their careers one way or another and ended up in professional limbo working at trivial tasks in an office called Slough House, has the manners of a badly-brought up eight-year-old and the instincts of an old school spy. But if you're in the mood for a smart, well-written, engaging and hilarious novel in which sidelined spooks get up to more trouble than their masters think them capable of, you're in the right place. If you are looking for an edge-of-your-seat thriller with a cast of talented and dedicated MI5 agents working together to prevent a catastrophe that threatens England's national security, then you should put this book down immediately and look for a different one.
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