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She risked a look behind. There was no sign of the black van, which would have to travel some way down the road before effecting a turn, because of the median strip. But there was someone, a hundred yards back, or had been - in the moment of her turning he melted in the evening's heat; was an imp of her uncon-scious, playing with her mind. Or he was a man, and had dropped behind a parked car. It might all be a heat dream. Paranoia, the sober drunk's companion, blooming in the swelter of the evening. But it felt real. First Sean, then the other soldier; the van that had looped round, as if coming to collect her. Panic was welling inside Catherine, though it would have taken a pro to notice. She looked distracted, nothing more. At Slough House, this might have been cause to pull up the barricades; here on the streets, it didn't register. She believed she was being followed, and that he had dropped behind a car. And she believed that any moment the black van would reappear, and that for some unknown reason it was coming for her - that Sean Donovan had tagged her for a cohort of watchers, who were gathering, and would soon pounce. On the move, walking faster, she found her phone, re-called Lamb, and went straight to voicemail again. Disconnecting, she once more considered knocking on a stranger's door: but then what? She was not unaware that Shirley Dander referred to her as the Mad Governess. Dangerous territory, snarking on others' appearance when you were five-two high and favoured a buzz cut, but there it was - the mode of dress in which Catherine felt comfortable labelled her eccentric. Would you let this woman into your home? Besides, knocking on a door would mean coming to a halt, and movement felt safest. Lamb, she thought, would keep moving. Not the Lamb he was today, but the Lamb he'd been back whenever, living the life that had turned him into the Lamb he was today.

Real Tigers by Mick Herron (2016)

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i love them so bad

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SLOW HORSES (2022 — ) 🐴✨

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continuing the they’re so in love it’s making me ill saga. i don’t even have words anymore look at holmes’ smile y’all

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SLOW HORSES (2022 — ) 🐴✨

"Jackson Lamb was king. And for some reason, Catherine Standish was beside him."

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They are fully flirting in this scene, not even being subtle I hate them and how odd they are

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he, in fact, did not notice.

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flatmates…friends…whatever you calling them

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Sherlock: He's broken our window!

*immediately proceeds to throw the apple he was eating out of said window*

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Watson In The Last Vampyre: yeah so I see the ghosts of people I failed to save in the war 😀

Everyone else: ok cool

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they love each other so much im SICK

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u gotta have a lil whimsy to get it

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This is stapled to a wall at Slough House somewhere

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I need to be at this fictitious concert more than anything right now 😂