Robert Galbraith

His loud voice reverberated around the stairwell

while she stood huddled against it

coupled with a gently expanding belly,

His subconscious had become entangled with Charlotte again;

But Robin, heading back to the office with sandwiches and crisps, felt even sorrier for Strike than she had done before. His marriage—or, if they had not been married, his live-in relationship—had failed; he was sleeping in his office; he had been injured in the war, and now she discovered that his mother had died in dubious and squalid circumstances.

The slight unevenness in his gait

was taking substance

He’s been shagging her,

He’s not a complete tit.”

Monday-morning faces