Quotes About Lucas

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.

FOUND BELL WOOD a hundred yards down the street, sitting on the curb. Wood looked like he'd been painted with blood, which was now deepening to a cold umber color. Lucas realized that he looked the same way, and that his fingers were sticking together from the blood smeared between them.

Honestly? I'm happy I went to a Catholic school," Lucas said, as he did a U-turn in traffic, looking over his shoulder. "Got a decent education and developed a dirty mind, which is one of the unstated benefits of a Catholic education. My women friends have greatly appreciated that.

He won't. He'll want to be out front on this, he'll want to be informed. If he does say no, I'll call him. I'll tell him that I'll personally stick the search warrant up his ass and then cut him out of the loop on the return." "You're so grandmotherly sometimes," Lucas said.

If something did happen to Bowden, how would that affect your chances?" Lucas asked. "What a rotten, cynical question to ask. I'm proud of you," Henderson said.

Fell finally led Lucas into a clothing store that apparently hadn't changed either stock or customers since '69. Every male customer other than Lucas was bearded, and three of the four women customers wore tie-dye. Lucas bought an ill-fitting leather porkpie hat. In the mirror, he looked like a hippie designer's idea of an Amazon explorer.

bar. Lucas pointed at a stool and said, "Beer?

And there's already a cop writer in the Cities." "Mostly that one guy," Lucas said. "Whatshisname. But his cop never does any paperwork. Or uses the can.

scooter. Four more squads were double-parked farther up the street. As Lucas paused at the trash basket, disposing of the orange, a

I'll do that," Kidd said. "Why was Sandra's age important?" "Think about it for one second," Lucas said. Kidd thought about it for one second, then said, "Ah. She's an adult now. You can twist her arm until it falls off, and nobody can tell you to quit." "Perzactly," Lucas said. "And that's what I'm going to do . . . if that's what it takes.

That hadn't occurred to me," Lucas said. "Because you're not a natural politician," the governor said. He laughed again. "This is the kind of thing that makes life interesting." "Unless you're Dannon. Or Carver." "Well, yeah, I suppose," the governor said. "I'll assign somebody to say a prayer for them.

Lucas bought a purple-flavored Popsicle

The bird came after Lucas again and he swatted at it with his gun, smacked it hard, two or three small feathers flying.

THE AFTERNOON was like walking through tar: Lucas tracked down and interviewed the last of Smalls's volunteer staff, and the interview produced nothing. He talked to ICE and Kidd after their testimony, and learned that it had been perfunctory.

In Jenkins's personal lexicon, the Geheime Staatspolizei comprised the BCA's top management. It was also the proper name of the German Gestapo, though he probably wasn't pronouncing it correctly—not that Lucas knew for sure.

Carver turned away, stepped up to the counter, got a large cup of black coffee, and Lucas thought, Scalding hot coffee. Carver was a big guy, thick through the chest, but moved easily, comfortable with his size. Lucas wondered, if it came to a fistfight, if he could take him; and he decided he could. Lucas watched as Carver got his coffee and crossed to Lucas's table, put the coffee on the table, and sat down and asked, "What is this bullshit?

O'Dell led the way back: he was an actor, Lucas realized, rolling slowly down the restaurant like a German tank, nodding into some booths, pointedly ignoring others, the rolled copy of the Wall Street Journal whacking his leg.

THE MEGACHURCH HAD PARKING for perhaps a thousand cars, and on this Sunday morning, there were probably twelve hundred jammed into the lot. Lucas walked into the entry and saw Smalls standing at a rostrum at the front of the church.

AS THEY WERE ROLLING out of the Southers' driveway, the couple watching them go, Wood said, "You honest to God collect poetry? I didn't know you were a delicate little rosebud." "I'm pretty delicate," Lucas admitted. "You know, when I'm not beating somebody senseless.

WHEN SHE WAS GONE, Lucas took out his cell phone, went online and looked up the plural of apparatus, and found that it was apparatus, or apparatuses, and not apparati. He said, "Huh," turned the phone off and thought about Johnson.

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

Lucas felt uncommonly depressed and careless. Drunkenness, in a man like August Hay, melts the restraints on cheerfulness. On the contrary with Lucas: he kept up courage consciously. Sap his mind, and the lid was lifted from a cesspool of muddy colors.

No, well, my father's definitely not Christopher Walken.