Meet Cormoran Strike. These days, you’ll find the private investigator in his central London office, which sounds much posher than it actually is. It’s a third story walkup with a broken-down couch, a desk and a computer that mostly works. Until three weeks ago, Strike was living high, with his achingly beautiful fiancé in a brilliant part of the city, enjoying his childhood dream of starting his own detective agency. But that was three weeks ago, before he walked out, yet again, on Charlotte. This time, though, it really has to be over.
But how will he be able to pay his rent? PIs don’t make a lot, even though they live a mysterious and romanticized existence, and Charlotte was covering most of their expenses. To make financial matters worse, Temporary Solutions seems to feel that they have an enforceable contract wit