It was what it revealed about how Christopher’s mind worked.

An ordinary greedy man schemes about money.

Christopher had gone a step further, into a colder country, where he was quietly collecting genetic material from a sleeping baby and his mother in order to build a case, to manufacture a weapon, to find some angle by which he could have us thrown out and discredited.

It was the patience of it, the forethought, that chilled me.

This was not a man who lost his temper and did something rash.