Slough House

Lech Wicinski

Who they are

Lech Wicinski is the newest slow horse: two days into his posting when the book opens, sharing an office with Roderick Ho and already at war with him over desk space and a broken Clint Eastwood mug. He came from the Hub at Regent’s Park, where he was an analyst, and the first thing the book establishes about him is a negative — when Ho goes looking for his office-mate in Service records, there is no trace of Wicinski at all. His file has been made not to exist, which is the earliest hint that the case against him was built rather than found.

The case is child pornography on his Service laptop. He denies it; the Service’s version is that material was found, that he was interviewed on the record by his line manager Richard Pynne — known to Wicinski as Dick the Prick — and escorted out of the building. No charge has been brought (C03), and the accusation is doing the work by itself: his HR letter bars him from contacting Park staff while the investigation runs, and Jackson Lamb receives him with “Fresh meat”, a cigarette and the accusation before telling him that in Slough House everyone is guilty of something, “Of being in Slough House, if nothing else.”

He is five-eleven, not the six-foot Pole Lamb called him, and lives in a basement flat in Crouch End with his fiancée Sara, who has been told he was seconded over a protocol issue. His Polish grandparents settled on the Northwick Park estate, his two grandfathers having served in the RAF, and a memorial there commemorates ex-servicemen who lived in the huts from 1948 to 1970. That inheritance is what he drives a hundred miles to stand in front of on his first Saturday as a slow horse, instead of buying the pint of milk he left the flat for.

What they want

To be believed, and then reinstated. What he can actually do about it is small and domestic: a mousetrap in a wastepaper bin, warnings to Ho about whistleblowers, one name he asks a former colleague to run through a database before his hearing. Later the want narrows to something simpler — a day in which the word on his face is not the first thing anyone reads.

Book 6 — Joe Country

Tells

Open questions

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