Quotes About Trust

Era posible que estuviera reaccionando como reaccionan muchas víctimas de secuestros: con cierta desconfianza hacia quienes no han compartido su experiencia.

Then she said Peter McCann had lived in her building for a good many years, and they had grown close, in a gruff and occasional and good-fences kind of a way.

He dropped by the office, to pay for another night's stay. He always rented rooms one night at a time, even when he knew he was going to hang out in a place longer. It was a reassuring habit. A comforting ritual, intended to confirm his absolute freedom to move on.

Sanderson walked to her starting position, and Reacher went with her. He wanted to know she was still chewing. Or if not, whether that was a good thing or bad. She was still chewing. Doing OK. He hoped she wasn't peaking too early. She had the Ruger Standard. The .22. Two rounds in it. It was all she would take. Bramall had the Colt .45. Three rounds in it. Mackenzie had the empty Springfield. Better than nothing. Like the man said, ninety percent of everything was striking a pose.

He was alone. And unarmed. As agreed.

He went by something an old Army buddy had told him: a good coat is like a good lawyer. It covers your ass.

Only a fool would be dishonest about that could be disproved in a matter of seconds.

him. If your balls were in a vise, better that it wasn't Neagley's hand on the lever. The guy caved and agreed within ten minutes.

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A veces nuestros amigos se convierten en nuestros enemigos, y a veces nuestros enemigos se convierten en nuestros amigos.

Reacher asked him, "What do you know about the laundromat down the block?" The guy turned back. The blade hissed and sung behind him. He looked puzzled at first, and then a little hostile, as if he suspected someone was making fun of him. Then he looked preoccupied, as if he was struggling with a difficult arithmetic calculation, and coming out with an answer he liked but didn't trust.

There was a knock at the door. Neagley herself, Reacher figured, right on cue, checking if Sinclair had killed him yet. Or Bishop, checking if he had killed Sinclair. He opened up, standing to one side, out of the line of fire. Long

sure Edmonds was busting a gut in Virginia, on East Coast time, gathering information, so she could call early and wake him up. Chapter 57 Edmonds' first call came in at two in the morning local time, which was five o'clock Eastern. Reacher and Turner both woke up. Reacher put the open phone between their pillows, and they rolled over forehead to forehead, so they could both hear. Edmonds said, "You

She looked away. Her name was Marilyn. Marilyn Stone. She had been married to Chester for a long time. She knew it all. She had no real details, no real proof, no inclusion, but she knew it all anyway. How could she not know? She had eyes and a brain.

The man with the jeans and the hair looked back at Westwood and said, "Mr. Torrance, I guess our first question would be whether you're wearing a wire.

You know, a problem shared is a problem halved.

be good. You know, stick

not how Washington works. Nobody washes their dirty linen in public. So you need some other outsider. And you've got two of them sitting right in front of you.

Garber always tells the truth. So nobody ever believes him.

wouldn't. So he hoped they would bear

he would choose them if they weren't? "They know Holly pretty well," he said. "They're good enough." "Moaners and groaners?

These are promises as solemn as government debt.

When your instinct tells you something's wrong, then something's wrong. Always listen to your gut. It's what will save you from getting shoved into the back of some thug's car.

Like they say in England, why buy a dog and bark yourself?' Back