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350 pages, Paperback
First published October 4, 2016
Dear Mrs.MacLean, please, don't stop writing. With your brilliant book- I really can't believe that it is a debut novel!- you captured my heart and surely won a new fan.
Ben had the ability to make anyone feel that they were the most important person in his world at any given moment - the definition of charisma.
"The whole heteronormative....romance...monogamy thing. It's...We don't need to do that".
He needed Ben, more than he needed him to be faithful. And how fucking sad was that?
But he couldn’t deny he’d sunk in deeper with these cases than he ever had before. [...] And always in his quietest moments, something nagging at him—something he told himself he should be seeing, except it danced just outside the corner of his eye.And that feeling holds true for his relationship with Ben as well.
”James had been in awe of his generosity, but Scrivenor had confided that the endless reforms imposed by the Met since he’d joined had long since left him ready to accept his career could be leapfrogged by an influx of prima ballerinas at any moment. (...)Unfortunately for him, James’s attempt at cultivating a “just another copper” demeanour had never quite recovered from the ingratiating gesture he’d made on his first day at the MIT, when he’d made the basic mistake of buying a pair of expensive lattes for Scrivenor and himself, from a branch of Costa on the way to work, rather than grabbig two bog-standard coffees from the vending machine in the corridor.”
“The “heat of his face could fry an egg”, “blood flooded his neck and face“, “his mortification was still so intense his skin was actually prickling like a heat rash”, “his flush deepened like a Victorian virgin.”
"There is a difference between not being able to love, and not having the guts to try."
Anger was inner pain turned outwards