David Baldacci Quote

He rose, placed another small log on the fire, sat back down in his armchair, and opened his book.What are you reading? Reggie asked.On a wild night like this? Agatha Christie, of course. I still feel...

She talked to herself as she wrote. Dark hair, about six four five, two-forty. Shoulders the size of Nebraska. Amazing blue eyes. She put down her pen.

This surprised him, her turning down his invitation to dine with him, and his face showed it. Katie.She rose. Their gazes locked for an extended moment. Good luck, Shaw.She hesitated for another secon...