Harlan Coben Quote

From the right, Ted—it simply had to be a guy named Ted—finally made his entrance. He wore only Zoom shorts, and his abdomen was rippled like a relief map in marble. He was probably in his early twenties, model handsome, and he squinted like a prison guard. As he sashayed toward the shoot, Ted kept running both hands through his Superman blue-black hair, the movement expanding his chest and shrinking his waist and demonstrating shaved underarms. Brenda muttered, Strutting peacock. That’s totally unfair, Myron said. Maybe he’s a Fulbright scholar. I’ve worked with him before. If God gave him a second brain, it would die of loneliness. Her eyes veered toward Myron. I don’t get something. What? Why you? You’re a sports agent. Why would Norm ask you to be my bodyguard? I used to work—he stopped, waved a vague hand—for the government. I never heard about that. It’s another secret. Shh. Secrets don’t stay secret much around you, Myron. You can trust me. She