They were nearly at the end of this bout of fucking, when Sergei gave that damned scarf still looping over his shoulders a playful jerk and whispered in his ear if he would mind if he choked him a little?

Sui Zhou's WeChat starts firing off around midday, which does at least immediately pare down the pool of potential suspects.

Paul and Julian spend the morning together.

William Gibson has a past, but Cornelius Hickey has a future.

Goodsir takes stock of his practicals.

Hickey is dying, and Gibson has seen better days.

Bob Benson is a problem-solver. It's 45 minutes before the SCDP Christmas party and Pete has a pretty big problem.

Six years later, Fitzjames and Crozier broach a delicate topic in the privacy of a well-heated room.

Sequel to More Fools Than Wise.

(What urge will save him now that sex won't?)

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do.

Hickey and Crozier are soulmates, and it's the worst thing ever.