Sublime

It might make things easier if he went down to London again and found Marlowe. Report in, like a good soldier. But he swore he wouldn’t work for Marlowe again. Not after Malaya.

But it was one thing to allow someone to kill for you and another to let him live next door.

Miller could not always control his instincts, but he trusted them.

Jeff though had something his classmates did not, a vision, backed by intent.