Jeffery Deaver Quotes

We tugged on door levers and jumped out, all our jackets fluttering in the wet breeze. I was limping—the toe still stung like crazy. DuBois and I moved in slowly, behind the eight armed tactical offic...

What’s your name? Stu. He eyed me carefully. You were asking some things? In the store? His statements were inflected as questions. I

You know, Lincoln, my father always said you can never trust anybody when they answer a question with a question.

A young officer in my organization, Lyle Ahmad, was a solid, olive-skinned former marine with a trim crew cut. He was a clone, a close protection officer. I had met Ahmad when he was a marine guarding...

All right. He glanced at my gun. You tapped? Meaning: Was my Glock threaded for a silencer? I rarely had reason even to draw my weapon, let alone make sure it fired in a whisper. No. He handed me his....

Anthony Boucher (1911–1968) was one of the most remarkable figures ever produced by the mystery genre. And

As I’d listened in on the conversation, I’d noted what seemed to be disappointment in Loving’s voice. I wondered if that was due to his reluctance to cease playing this game with me personally. But th...

Boys groped, boys dissed, boys put you down. But it was the girls who made you bleed

His best work bore the stamp of John O’Hara and John P. Marquand.

I could see the palm of Freddy’s hand tap the butt of his Glock. We do this to reorient our muscles and nerves so we know exactly where our weapons are. Like I noted the pressure of the Baby Glock, in...

I paused to listen too. Dogs track by smell first, then sound and then sight. Humans are different but hearing comes second with them as well. Always listen and listen carefully. Your prey makes noise...

I returned to our surveillance. The houses around us reminded me of Ryan Kessler’s place. About every fifth one was, if not identical, then designed from the same mold. We were staring through bushes...

Knuckle time referred to those moments when you have to go up against your worst fears.

RIP, Rest in Peace, though what’s the point of that? What else’re the dead going to be doing? It’s a better message than Good Luck, don’t you think?

Sometimes you just find yourself standing in need to do something. No matter it seems hopeless.

Stanton clawed his way to the bedside table and managed to grab his knife. He jabbed it into Rhyme. Once, twice. But the only places he could reach were the criminalist's legs and arms. It's pain that...

WHEN YOU MOVE THEY CAN’T GETCHA ‘A

The man had stabbed his wife, Rostov’s mother (though only in the face and only with a screwdriver, so hardly a problem).

A few were journalists and one a novelist, who wanted to get it right. (Rhyme welcomed his presence; he himself was the subject of a series of novels based on cases he’d run and had written the author...

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