“Look, Roddy.” This was said kindly. “All that crap I lay on you? The name-calling? The threats?” “It’s okay,” Ho said. “I know you don’t mean it.” “I mean every bloody word, my son. But it will all seem trivial compared to what’ll happen if you don’t start making sense sharpish. Capisce?”

“Look, Roddy.” This was said kindly. “All that crap I lay on you? The name-calling? The threats?” “It’s okay,” Ho said. “I know you don’t mean it.” “I mean every bloody word, my son. But it will all seem trivial compared to what’ll happen if you don’t start making sense sharpish. Capisce?”

— Mick Herron