‘Lemon curd!’ said Adrian. ‘And what was I saying only this minute, Tom? “If only we had some lemon curd for our guests.” You're a mind-reader, Bollocks.’

He earns nearly as much as she does.

Every religion has its own fixed ideas.

Haz sits in the trailer for 10 hours straight, eyes trained on the patrons. If he sees the makings of a drug deal or a fight, he notifies the club’s in-house security by walkie-talkie. It amazes him how indiscreet drug dealers can be—with the bulges in their socks and their melodramatic handovers—despite the presence of security guards.