Quotes About Mystery

mileage on their clocks and scalps on their belts.

to Reacher's desk. It said Gunshot victim previously reported was LTC Caroline C. Crawford. DOA inside POV

horses faded away. Maybe it had served time as an office. It was impossible to tell. It

She didn't explain. So knowing that, where would you start?" "I could tell you, but then I'd have to bill you.

My name is Jack Reacher," I said. "No middle name. No address.

How old are these

six-five two-fifty visitor.

North Carolina Badlands

OK,' Duffy said. 'So what have we got?' We had rugs. The door rattled upward and daylight

burglary for?

counterpane and the counterpane was still tight over the pillows. But there was a head-shaped

The cool factor lies not in setting a mystery on another planet, but in making it the only place your story could have had the same ending.

Eventually he was led to a small hot room. The air was full of flies, moving slowly. Two men sat on pillows, both bearded, one short and fat, the other tall and lean. Both were in plain white robes and plain white turbans. The

No, we'll remember parts of her. The parts she chose to share. The tip of the iceberg. The rest, only she knew about. Therefore the rest already doesn't exist. As of now.

Sherlock Homeless.

whole square area from behind the secretary's head. She was at her

No specimen jars. No weird stuff pickled in formaldehyde.

THE RETURN ADDRESS on Rutter's letter corresponded to a dingy storefront some blocks south of any hope of urban renewal.

room number?

Then the lights seemed to dim as Chief of Detectives Griezman walked up to their table. Six-six and three hundred pounds. Billowing gray suit the size of a pup tent. The floor creaked. Griezman said, "I am very sorry to interrupt." Reacher

name. "Jack Reacher

rooms a thousand times before. There was a raucous through-the-wall

Why's everybody looking at me? he asked. We checked the tape, she said. You know, the surveillance camera. So? She wouldn't answer. He reviewed his time in the room. He'd showered twice, walked around some, pulled the drapes, slept, opened the drapes, walked around some more. That was all. I didn't do anything, he said. She smiled again, wider. No, you didn't. So what's the big deal? Well, you know, you don't seem to have brought any pajamas.

video. Eight-millimetre home movies deader than the deadest thing that ever died.