Lamb Slow Horses Quotes

Lamb said, ‘If you had issues with him, I could have spoken to HR. Arranged an intervention.’ He tapped Moody’s shoulder with his foot. ‘Breaking his neck without going through your line manager, that shit stays on your record.

He and I, we're friends. Does that sound odd? Me, friends with a pinko journalist?' Nothing sounded odd to Lamb; except, perhaps, that people had friends.

If Moscow rules meant watch your back, London rules meant cover your arse. Moscow rules had been written on the streets, but London rules were devised in the corridors of Westminster, and the short version read: someone always pays. Make sure it isn’t you. Nobody knew that better than Jackson Lamb. And nobody played it better than Di Taverner.

God,’ said Jackson Lamb. ‘Is it me, or did all the fun go out of everything round about 1979?

Sid said, “They want to cut his head off.” “When?” “Forty-eight hours.” “Why forty-eight?” asked Lamb. “Why not seventy-two? Three days, is that so much to ask?” Nobody dared ask what his problem was. He told them anyway. “It’s always one day or three. You get twenty-four hours, or seventy-two. Not forty-eight. You know what I already hate about these tossers?” “They can’t count?” River suggested. “They’ve no sense of tradition,” Lamb said. “I don’t suppose they’ve said who the little blind mouse is, either?

Lamb pretended to think about it. ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Probably.