

Thanks to an errand that Jackson Lamb, the boss of Slough House, sends River on, he reckons he has an idea of how to start finding the young man – and get the slow horses reinstated. Others won’t survive – as mayhem ensues when the British nephew of a prominent Pakistani minister is kidnapped by some nationalist thugs who threaten to execute him in forty-eight hours. Over the course of the novel, we’ll get to know some of them and what they did to end up in this dead-end job.

So River is sent to work with the slow horses, a bunch of secret service no-hopers. ‘Fuck you, Spider.’ River yanked his earpiece out. ‘What the hell’s happening? There are crowds coming out of every-‘ ‘Spider? You idiot, you called the wrong colours!’ Before he knows it the whole station goes into a security alert. They find the target and take him down to discover it’s just a member of the public. It’s his job to find the suspected terrorist before the station is theoretically blown-up. It wasn’t even a real emergency, it was his assessment exercise – but carried out in the real world at Kings Cross station & underground. The book starts with the event that got River his demotion. This branch of MI5, works in a milieu that is much shabbier and is usually terribly boring, for Slough House, which in spook-speak becomes Slow Horse, is a nondescript building in London where disgraced agents get sent to work. Recently reprinted, it’s the first in a series of British spy novel, but not set in the glam world of TV show Spooks. If you’ve not yet encountered Mick Herron, you are in for a treat with Slow Horses.
