Quotes from John Sandford

and a member of a neo-Nazi party and

Lipsky said: "I'll tell you something, Layton: ninety-five percent it's nothing. Probably somebody shot a buck out of season, and you were smelling the gut dump. Those can be pretty hard to see in the dark, once they go gray. But, five percent, we gotta go look.

She was the most interesting of the staffers he'd spoken to, because of the underlying self-righteousness, anger, spite . . . whatever. She wore it like a gown. He'd seen it often enough in government work, people who felt that they were better than their job, and better than those around them; a princess kidnapped by gypsies, and raised below her station.

Catrin Mattsson was doing all right. She was still screwed up and admitted it, but drugs and shrinks were moving her around to the place where she could live with herself. She'd become friends with his wife and daughter, and would occasionally drop around for dinner and a chat.

Would it be an ideologue or a lover?

Call me back.

I dunno. It seems to be drifting toward some kind of conclusion," Virgil said. "Keep your eye on the newspapers." "I'm like everybody else," she said. "I don't read the papers.

You don't mess with astronomers, Joe.

She looked at him through the screen door; her face had a sullen aspect, but a full lower lip hinted at a concealed sensuality.

in to Reader's Digest.

He'd never gotten back to religion, but he had gotten back some faith.

Jael feared it was true, that she was shallow, dissolute. Trendy.

the ground, he messed around with electric guitars, video games, propeller-driven airplanes and wooden speedboats. He loved real hardware even more than he loved his computer, and he did love his computer. If he could build it, fix it, refurbish it, or just plain tinker with it, he was happy.

of anything, so he called Davenport and told him what was going on.

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She knows lots of people who do bad business, and not all of them are her friends, and not all of the places she goes to are good places for women to be after dark. That's not sexism: it's the simple reality of the redneck ghettos where she buys her tools.

Sorensen asked, "And you believe all of them?" "I don't really believe any of them," Lucas said. "I can't afford to—but I think all but one are telling the truth. I just don't know who that one is.

Pacific time was two hours ahead of Central time

with The Joy of Sex, which he found under the bed—when

Once a psychopathic personality had gotten that kind of rush, the kind you got from murder, he or she often needed another fix.

Because of that loyalty, and because of his history as an intelligence officer, she'd had him set up the shadow campaign staff—spies—to keep an eye on her opponent, Smalls. He'd also identified other possible assets: among them, Bob Tubbs.

the guy could fall in a barrel of titties and come out suckin' his thumb.

In Lucas's opinion, a good part of the Congress seemed to suffer from the same psychological defects that afflicted Taryn Grant—or that Taryn Grant enjoyed, depending on your point of view. Their bloated self-importance, their disregard of anything but their own goals, their preoccupation with power . . .

an easy chair for Lucas. Lucas took it, gave them a quick summary of the Jones case, including the recovery of the girls' bodies, and recited the details, as he remembered them, of the descriptions he'd accumulated on the man who'd called himself John Fell. "Fairly big guy, but