Robert Crais Quotes

Jon Stone studied his friend. Pike’s face was an empty mask, unknown and unknowable. The reflection of the city in his dark glasses was the only sign of life. Pike said, Suicide bomb in Nigeria. No su...

Jon Stone was more Joe’s friend than mine, though ‘friend’ probably wasn’t the right word. Jon was a private military contractor, which meant he was a mercenary. He was also a Princeton graduate and a...

Jon burst out laughing. Spy. Jesus. Nancie Stendahl said, You always laugh at yourself? If you heard the crap in my head, you’d laugh, too. Stendahl was leaning against Pike’s Jeep, which had been rel...

Jon found the phone and took it outside. This particular phone, the phone Jon used for business, scrambled its signal into garbage only a phone with a similar chip could unscramble. Deep

Jon glanced at his bedroom again. Nothing moved within the black rectangle framed by the doors. Al-Qaeda. Pike nodded. Listen, so you know, just because some idiot sells this crap doesn’t mean it’s go...

Jon had spent most of his career gathering intelligence, providing security, rescuing hostages, and, one way or another, in direct, boots-on-the-ground combat with individuals identified as terrorists...

Jon started up the steps, and then he was gone. Amy wouldn’t see him at first. She’d be lost in her thoughts, checking off the rational steps that led to her rational death, and each of those steps wo...

Jonathan Green nodded again, then stared at the far wall for what seemed like several minutes. No one moved, and no one spoke. All of the other attorneys stared at Jonathan as if he might suddenly utt...

Jonathan Green sat in one of the leather director’s chairs across from my desk and the two lesser attorneys went to the couch. Truly stayed on his feet. The videographer noticed the Pinocchio clock on...

Jonathan said, We’ll discuss the team’s progress and direction. I want you to be a part of that meeting. I don’t want you to feel left out. I said, You don’t have to handle me, Jonathan. I know that,...

Khat was a shrub native to East Africa and the Arabian Peninsula, where people chewed the leaves as a stimulant. Poor man’s speed. Stone’s

Lehder was a supplier? One of the fellas who popped up when the Cali and Medellín cartels fell. Little operations popped up all over down there, maybe thirty or forty of’m. Some of’m aren’t so little...

Long strokes. Start at her neck and run your hand back to her tail. They like the long strokes. That’s the way her mama did it. James stroked her, long and slow, but he glared at Leland instead of rel...

Louise Earle was credible, cogent, in full command of her faculties, and did not seem to be a person who would miss seeing a cop carrying a bag of funny money through her living room. Of

Lucy blew me a kiss and hung up and I lay back on the kitchen floor with the phone on my stomach, grinning at the ceiling. The cat stopped purring and came closer to stare into my face. He looked conc...

Lucy said, The law is an adversarial contest that defines justice as staying within the rules and seeing the game to its conclusion. Justice is reaching a conclusion. It has very little to do with rig...

Lucy was beaming. We just turned on the news and there you were. You and Jonathan Green. Was it exciting? Being with Jonathan? No, silly! They said you made some kind of break-through that might turn...

Maybe he’s just some guy. Maybe he doesn’t have anything to do with why she left or why she took the money. Meryl Lawrence made a tiny self-loathing snort. I’ll ask her if you can find her. I took the...

Maybe if I didn’t think about Mimi Warren or Traci Louise Fishman or Eddie Tang they would all disappear and living would be easy. Elvis Cole, Existential Detective. I liked that. Not thinking, proper...

Michaels was an overweight guy in his early thirties with a wide butt and a hairline that hadn’t seen his eyebrows in years. He had pale skin and washed-away eyes and dry lips that he continuously lic...