Troubled Blood: A Cormoran Strike Novel

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by Galbraith, Robert


  Love… The card also refers to Venus in Cancer. It shows the harmony of the male and the female: interpreted in the largest sense. It is perfect and placid harmony…

  Robin took a deep breath, then returned all the cards to their pack and the pack to her bedside drawer. As she stood and picked up her raincoat, the balloon donkey swayed slightly on its ribbon.

  Robin could feel the new opal resting in the hollow of the base of her throat as she walked toward the Tube station along the road, and having slept properly for once, and having clean hair, and carrying a feeling of lightness with her that had persisted ever since she took the balloon donkey out of his box, she attracted many pairs of male eyes in the street and on the train. But Robin ignored all of them, heading up the stairs at Oxford Circus, and then proceeded down Regent Street and, finally, to the Shakespeare’s Head where she saw Strike standing outside, wearing a suit.

  “Happy birthday,” he said, and after a brief hesitation he bent down and kissed her on the cheek. He smelled, Robin noticed, not only of cigarettes, but of a subtle lavender aftershave, which was unusual.

  “Thanks… aren’t we going into the pub?”

  “Er—no,” said Strike. “I want to buy you some new perfume.” He pointed toward the rear entrance of Liberty, which lay a mere ten yards away. “It’s your real birthday present—unless you’ve already bought some?” he added. He really hoped not. He couldn’t think of anything else to offer her that didn’t take them back into the realm of awkwardness and possible misunderstanding.

  “I… no,” said Robin. “How did you know I’ve…”

  “Because I phoned Ilsa, last Christmas…”

  As he held open the glass door for her, which led to a chocolate department now full of Hallowe’en treats, Strike explained about his failed attempt to buy Robin perfume, the previous December.

  “… so I asked the assistant, but he kept showing me things with names like… I dunno…‘Shaggable You’…”

  The laugh Robin failed to repress was so loud that people turned to look at her. They moved past tables stacked with expensive truffles.

  “… and I panicked,” Strike admitted, “which is why you ended up with chocolates. Anyway,” he said, as they came to the threshold of the perfume room, with its cupola painted with moon and stars, “you choose whatever you want and I’ll pay.”

  “Strike,” said Robin, “this is… this is thoughtful.”

  “Yeah, well,” said her partner, with a shrug. “People can change. Or so a psychiatrist in Broadmoor told me. I’m going to stand here,” he said, pointing at a corner where he hoped his bulk wouldn’t impede anyone. “Take your time.”

  So Robin spent a pleasurable quarter of an hour browsing among bottles, spraying testers onto strips, enjoying a brief consultation with the helpful assistant, and finally narrowing her choice down to two perfumes. Now she hesitated, wondering whether she dare do what she wanted… but surely, if they were best friends, it was all right?

  “OK, there are two I really like,” Robin said, reappearing at Strike’s side. “Give me your opinion. You’ve got to live with it, in the Land Rover.”

  “If they’re strong enough to cover up the smell of that car, they aren’t fit for human inhalation,” he said, but nevertheless, he took the two smelling strips.

  The first smelled of vanilla, which reminded him of cake, and he liked it. The second put him in mind of warm, musky skin, with a suggestion of bruised flowers.

  “That one. The second one.”

  “Huh. I thought you’d prefer the first.”

  “Because it smells like food?”

  She grinned as she sniffed the smelling strips.

  “Yes… I think I prefer two, as well. It isn’t cheap.”

  “I’ll cope.”

  So he carried a heavy cube of white glass which bore the unexceptional name “Narciso” to the desk.

  “Yeah, it’s a gift,” Strike said when asked, and he waited patiently as the price sticker was peeled off and a ribbon and wrapping added. He couldn’t personally see the point, but he felt that Robin was owed a little ceremony, and her smile as she took the bag from him told him he’d answered correctly. Now they walked together back through the store and out of the main entrance, where buckets of flowers surrounded them.

  “So where—?” asked Robin.

  “I’m taking you to the Ritz for champagne,” said Strike.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yeah. It’s why I’m wearing a suit.”

  For a moment Robin simply looked at him, then she reached up and hugged him tightly. Surrounded by banked flowers, both remembered the hug they’d shared at the top of the stairs on her wedding day, but this time, Robin turned her face and kissed Strike deliberately on the cheek, lips to stubble.

  “Thanks, Strike. This really means a lot.”

  And that, thought her partner, as the two of them headed away toward the Ritz in the golden glow of the early evening, really was well worth sixty quid and a bit of an effort…

  Out of his subconscious rose the names Mazankov and Krupov, and it was a second or two before he remembered where he’d heard them, why they sounded Cornish, and why he thought of them now. The corners of his mouth twitched, but as Robin didn’t see him smiling, he felt no compulsion to explain.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  My thanks, as ever, to my superb editor David Shelley, who always makes the job a pleasure; to my wonderful agent Neil Blair; to the management team who keep me sane, Mark Hutchinson, Rebecca Salt and Nicky Stonehill; to my home and office team, without whom this book would never have been finished: Di Brooks, Simon Brown, Danny Cameron, Angela Milne, Ross Milne, Fi Shapcott and Kaisa Tiensuu; to Neil Murray, the world’s best reader of works-in-progress; to Kenzie, for spotting that cross of the Knights of St. John where I didn’t expect to find one; to William Leone and Lynne Corbett, for inspiration and for checking my calculations; to Russell Townsend, for helping me check out all these locations and for saving my dead laptop; and to Tom Burke, for fascinating Crowleyana and the Atlantis bookshop.

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  CREDITS

  “Come On-A My House” (here): Words and Music by Ross Bagdasarian and William Saroyan. © 1957 Songs of Universal, Inc. International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Printed by Permission of Hal Leonard Europe Ltd & Bagdasarian Productions.

  “Same Situation” (here): Words and Music by Joni Mitchell. © 1973 (Renewed) Crazy Crow Music. All Rights Administered by Sony/ATV Tunes LLC, 424 Church St., Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. Exclusive Print Rights Administered by Alfred Music. All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission of Alfred Music.

  “Court and Spark” (here, here, and here): Words and Music by Joni Mitchell. © 1973 (Renewed) Crazy Crow Music. All Rights Administered by Sony/ATV Tunes LLC, 424 Church St., Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. Exclusive Print Rights Administered by Alfred Music. All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission of Alfred Music.

  “Just Like This Train” (here): Words and Music by Joni Mitchell. © 1973 (Renewed) Crazy Crow Music. All Rights Administered by Sony/ATV Tunes LLC, 424 Church St., Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. Exclusive Print Rights Administered by Alfred Music. All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission of Alfred Music.

  “Last Chance Lost” (here): Words and Music by Joni Mitchell. © 1994 Crazy Crow Music. All Rights Administered by Sony/ATV Tunes LLC, 424 Church St., Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. Exclusive Print Rights Administered by Alfred Music. All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission of Alfred Music.

  “The Gallery” (here): Words and Music by Joni Mitchell. © 1969 (Renewed) Crazy Crow Music. All Rights Administered by Sony/ATV TUNES LLC, 424 Church St., Suite 1200, Nashville, TN 37219. Exclusive Print Rights Administered by Alfred Music. All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission of Alfred Music.

  “I Will Never Let Y
ou Down” (here): Words and Music by Calvin Harris. © 2014 TSJ Merlyn Licensing B.V. All Rights on behalf of TSJ Merlyn Licensing B.V. Administered by EMI Music Publishing Ltd. International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Printed by Permission of EMI Music Publishing Ltd.

  “Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep” (here): Lyrics by G. Cassia—Music by H. Stott. © 1971 by Warner Chappell Music Italiana Srl.

  “Play That Funky Music” (here): Words and Music by Robert W. Parissi. © BEMA Music Co. Div. All Rights Administered by Universal/MCA Music Ltd. International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Printed by Permission of Hal Leonard Europe Ltd.

  “Blame” (here): Words and Music by Calvin Harris, John Newman and James Newman. © 2014 TSJ Merlyn Licensing B.V., B-Unique Music Ltd. and Black Butter Music Publishing Ltd. All Rights on behalf of TSJ Merlyn Licensing B.V. Administered by EMI Music Publishing Ltd. All Rights on behalf of B-Unique Music Ltd. Administered Worldwide by Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing. All Rights on behalf of Black Butter Music Publishing Ltd. Administered by BMG Rights Management (UK) Ltd. International Copyright Secured. All Rights Reserved. Printed by Permission of Hal Leonard Europe Ltd & EMI Music Publishing Ltd.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  ROBERT GALBRAITH is a pseudonym for J.K. Rowling, bestselling author of the Harry Potter series and The Casual Vacancy. The four previous Strike novels, The Cuckoo’s Calling, The Silkworm, Career of Evil and Lethal White, topped the national and international bestseller lists, and the series has been adapted for television, produced by Brontë Film and Television.

  Also by Robert Galbraith

  The Cuckoo’s Calling

  The Silkworm

  Career of Evil

  Lethal White

  Praise for Robert Galbraith

  “A master storyteller”

  Daily Telegraph

  “Unputdownable… Irresistible”

  Sunday Times

  “Will keep you up all night”

  Observer

  “One of the most unique and compelling detectives I’ve come across in years”

  Mark Billingham

  “A thoroughly enjoyable classic”

  Peter James, Sunday Express

  Praise for Lethal White

  “A blistering piece of crime writing”

  Sunday Times

  “Confirms [Galbraith’s] exceptional ability as a storyteller”

  Daily Mail

  “Highly inventive storytelling”

  Guardian

  “Outrageously entertaining”

  Financial Times

  “Come for the twists and turns and stay for the beautifully drawn central relationship”

  Independent

 

 

 


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