Горячая цыпа

’I want you to get assessed again. London was... meant to look like suicide.’

’It didn’t?’

’So she slit her own throat?’

’It happens.’

’And killed four other people?’

’Slip of the hand?’ [...]

’No more target until you are assessed.’

’But this one has asthma. You know I like the breathy ones. Hmm?’


’Will it be Jerome?’ ’Yes.’ ’I’ll wear my **chicken fillets**, then.’ ’?’ ’They’re things you put in your bra.’

’I know what they are.’

Me too. Куриные грудки.