Quotes from John Sandford

A digital clock punched red electronic minutes into the silence.

Lucas whispered hoarsely: "Leave town. Go to Los Angeles. Go to New York. If you don't go away, I'll hurt you.

said let's send that fuckin' Flowers up there. He hasn't done anything for us lately. He's off today, somebody said. Davenport said, So what?

There is nothing between me and death, but luck and sex and coincidence.

right. There's DNA on those sheets. You got her, even if you don't get

think I get it. Destroying a depot to get what you want, when it gives stuff away freely, would be killing a goose that laid the golden eggs. You could, if you're shortsighted." He stopped, thought for a moment. "I wonder, can a species that embarks on multi-century voyages be shortsighted? Good question

sweating like a blind lesbian in a sushi bar.

You didn't need it, because you're basically a painter, not a thief. But I'm basically a thief. That's what I do.

What the f-f-f... What's that supposed to mean? the reporter sputtered. The TV cameraman behind him was laughing. TV people ranked radio people, so laughing was all right. What's 'f-f-f' supposed to mean? Lester asked. He turned away and pointed to a woman wearing glasses the size of compact discs. You. What precautions should women in the Twin Cities take? She had an improbably smooth delivery, with great round O's, as though she were reading for a play.

Dunno, but my gut says we're onto something, and my gut doesn't lie," Shrake said. "There was that time with that Rudolph chick," Jenkins suggested. "That's because my dick overruled my gut, but my gut was telling me the truth," Shrake said. "What can I tell you?

I'll have a rose in my teeth," he said. "And a gold badge.

With Dannon, he had Quintana's belief that Dannon was the man behind the phone call. The phone call indicated knowledge of at least the planting of the pornography on Smalls's computer, and from there, inductively, the murders of Tubbs and Roman.

Let me tell you a few things about this place, the UP," Laurent said, as they drove out of town in his Silverado pickup. "The UP is about the most remote place in the lower forty-eight—other people make the same claim, but they don't know about the UP.

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LUCAS GOT HOME, changed into jeans, a wool vest over a white dress shirt, and an Italian cotton sport coat, blue-black in color that would be excellent, he thought, for nighttime shoot-outs. It hadn't yet been tested for that. When he got back downstairs, Flowers had come in, wearing a barn coat, jeans, and carrying a felt cowboy hat. His high-heeled cowboy boots made him an inch taller than Lucas. "There better not be a fuckin' horse in my driveway," Lucas said.

The maddog was intelligent. He was a member of the bar. He derived rules. Never kill anyone you know. Never have a motive. Never follow a discernible pattern. Never carry a weapon after it has been used. Isolate yourself from random discovery. Beware of leaving physical evidence.

with a smile. Bowden turned away from him and

hundred and forty-three hours to departure.

out of the truck: he

this life. We're just a bunch of meat. When we think something, it's just chemicals. When we love something, it's more chemicals. When we die, all the chemicals go back in the ground, and that's it. There's nothing left. You don't go anywhere, except in the ground. No heaven, no hell, no God, no nothing. Just . . . nothing.

When it comes to being around women, I wouldn't trust that guy further than I could spit a Norwegian rat," Lucas had grumbled.

He's not interested in Letty," Weather had declared. "Okay," Lucas said. "How about in you?" "Don't be absurd," she'd said, ostentatiously checking her hair in the mirror.

He spent more time laying pipe than laying tile, if you catch my drift.

And so this could prove that these two highly trained killers were involved with the porn, and we know for sure that they've got guns." "Uh-huh." Virgil thought about that and said, "Okay.