Robert Crais Quotes

I jiggled the watch. An authentic Rolex had serial and model numbers cut into the head behind the bracelet, or on the inner rim below the crystal. High-end fakes often had numbers, too, but fake numbe...

She asked me why I always had something flip to say. I said that I didn’t know, but having been blessed with the gift, I felt obliged to use it.

I had seen Tyson in person only once, and then from a block away. He was a nice-looking kid, but held himself close, as if wary. Amber was the opposite. She was lean, pretty, and her smile was bright...

I gave it to him from the beginning. I had told it so many times to so many cops I thought about making mimeographed copies and handing them out. When I told the part about Nobu Ishida, Jack Ellis sai...

I followed them out. The street at the end of the walk was jammed with media people and broadcast vans and uniformed cops trying to clear a path. Hernandez and Flutey flanked Jonathan and we crossed u...

I fingered through Amy Breslyn’s file and skimmed her corporate bio by the hazy glow of the street light. Her corporate portrait showed a round woman with light brown hair, pale skin, a soft face, and...

I felt a stir of hope. Computers and smartphones left a number trail as distinct as tracks in the snow each time they touched the Internet. One of these numbers was assigned by providers but one was h...

I don’t think it’s safe. What if they’re waiting for me? Elvis would wave us away. How does he know? Pike didn’t bother answering. He was already missing the silence.

She spoke in a fast rush. Can’t talk. Meet me in forty minutes. Say where. Forty minutes. Not half an hour or an hour. Forty. Like we were Ukrainian spies. We

I blinked at the black man. Are you the Syrian? Boy, I’m from Compton. The man ain’t here. We gonna search you again, and get you back on the road. Why do you have to search me again? Coz that’s the w...

She touched the dash again, watching her fingers move along the gentle lines. You always follow the money. She shook her head and made a little smile. I’ve been doing this for twelve years. I’ve prose...

Holman looked back at Chee. He said, Remember when you offered to front me some cash? I hate to do it, man, you being so nice with the car and this phone, but I gotta go back on what I said. I need a...

Somewhere between Burger King and now, the Syrian’s sleight-of-hand security system worked. Pike wasn’t here. I never doubted, not once, he would find me. My task was to stay alive until it happened o...

Hey, we’ve got this guy, Dan! He’s ours! Dan Tomsic stared at her with the disdain he reserved for shitbirds, defense attorneys, and card-carrying members of the ACLU. He said, It’s easier to cut off...

Staying groovy had nothing to do with being cool. It was an expression used by small recon units and sniper teams in hostile terrain. They would tell one another to stay groovy when the danger level w...

Here’s the scene: The three of us are by the Olympic-sized pool. The Latina with the thick waist is hovering in the shade of the veranda up by the house, her eyes on Frank in case he might want someth...

Hello. Barkley was wearing a silk short-sleeved shirt that showed his belt bulge. The frowning man was tieless in an expensive charcoal sport coat. Pike was wearing a sleeveless grey sweatshirt, jeans...

He went out the front door. The sun was blinding after being in the dim house. He walked back to Perry’s car, feeling like a boat without a rudder, trapped in a current. He had no place to go and no i...

That dog is a Marine!

You’ll notice, Pike said, that the only people in here who look like thugs are me and you. You, maybe. I look like Don Johnson. You look like Fred Flintstone.