1 The Cuckoo's Calling

waterfall in an African mountainside, or watched the face of a killer collapsing as
he realized he was caught.
I am become a name.
“On to the table, please, and take off the prosthesis.”
Where had it come from, that phrase? Strike lay back on the table and frowned
up at the ceiling, ignoring the consultant now bending over the remainder of his
leg, muttering as he stared and gently prodded.
It took minutes to dredge up the lines Strike had learned so long ago.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees; all times I have enjoy’d
Greatly, have suffer’d greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore and when
Thro’ scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name…