Sid said, “I hate conspiracy theories.”
“It’s not a theory once it’s proved. After that, it’s just a conspiracy.”
“And sitting outside Hobden’s flat helps how?”
“Let me get back to you in the morning.”
“You’re seriously planning on sitting here all night?”
“I hadn’t got as far as making it a plan.”
She shook her head, then sipped from her cup. “If nothing happens, you’re buying breakfast.”
He didn’t know what to say to that, but before it became obvious, another thought occurred to her.
“River?”
“What?”
“You know you’re an idiot, don’t you?”
He smiled but turned away first, so she wouldn’t notice.
— Slow Horses (Mick Herron), Loc. 2648-58