She didn't even notice right away that a small animal had come out from behind a nearby car and was slowly making its way toward the trash can she was standing near. She flipped through some old files in her mind, trying to come up with what this thing might be, and after a few seconds decided that--impossible as it seemed--it was a fox.

Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.

The funny thing about stop signs is that they're also start signs.

It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.

I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name?

I dumped out the bag and found what had been inside was a bunched-up police uniform, complete with the vest. "Where did you get this?" Boo asked. "It's Callum's," he said. "What's he wearing?" "At the moment, not much of anything. Put it on." I noticed Book perk up a bit at this piece of information.

What tinfoil?" he asked.