Lamb clapped. “This is fantastic,” he said. “It’s like having little elves to do my thinking for me. So, now you’ve established those facts, which would have taken an idiot half the time, let’s move on to the more important business of me telling one of you to go check out such coverage and bring me an answer.”
“I can do that,” River said. Lamb ignored him.
“Harper,” he said. “This could be up your street. It doesn’t involve carrying anything, so you don’t need worry about losing it.”
— Dead Lions (Mick Herron), Loc. 942–6