Because of the wind, the crows were pointing in one direction but traveling in another. I wondered if they knew it, and, knowing it, understood it, or if they were simply oblivious, carried along by a...
Behind the parking lot was a larger, two-story corrugated-steel building. The front building blocked most of what lay behind it from view, but Pike could see that the grounds were crowded with stacked...
Being a friend is hard. If it was easy, anyone could do it. I love smart women. Smart women love you. I’d better go. Call me later.
Bender’s eyebrows kissed in a frown.
Bishop had the muscle tone of Jell-O. Rossi
Bobby’s cheek was swollen and beginning to color but he still managed a grin. Probably because he had a Ruger .380 automatic in his left hand instead of a nightstick. He aimed it at me and said, Here’...
Bud Orso was in his early forties, with a chubby scoutmaster’s face topped by a crown of short black hair. He was waiting when Scott stepped off the elevator, which Scott had not expected. Bud
Bud grew irritated. Now waitaminute, goddamnit—this isn’t only about the girl. You dropped five bodies in two days. You think, what, Pitman can tell LAPD, Hey, it’s all right, our civilian killed thos...
Bud handed them to Pike, and tapped the top picture. This man was one of the original home invaders. You shot him in Malibu. He’s the only one of the five you shot who was also one of the home invader...
By nine o’clock the next morning I had gained some measure of control over the sappy grin and was once more feeling focused, productive, and ready to swing into investigative action. Sappy grins are f...
Can you see the entry? Yes. Watch. It’s only two o’clock. Will be hours before he come. Watch. He expected her to fidget or try to make conversation, but she didn’t. She sat behind him, a second prese...
Can you talk? Absolutely. What did you find out? I’m going to put you on speaker. Terry’s here. The sound qual ity went from crisp to hollow when she put him on speaker. Hey,
Character assassination is one of the greatest pastimes of the village righteous and,
Chee was clearly mystified and impressed at the vagaries of the federal system.
Chen didn’t get back to the lab until almost six, only to find Harriet haunting the gun room like the Ghost of Christmas Future. Pike was certain to be impatient with the delay and no doubt would be g...
Chen hated it when Pike did that—appearing from nowhere as if the freaky psycho had stepped through a hole in the smog. Only an asshole did stuff like that, sneaking up and scaring people, and Chen ha...
Chen tried to speak, but his mouth was too dry. He worked up some spit. You’re not—listen, Chris, you’re not going to tell—well, I mean, Harriet doesn’t need to— LaMolla, still considering him with he...
Chen turned back to the box and examined the picture through the glass. White smudges were appearing on the front and back surfaces of the photograph, but he still had a long way to go. Fingerprints w...
Chen was pleased. He had twelve separate and singular prints, each showing defined typica. Typica were the characteristic points by which fingerprints could be identified—the loops and swirls and bifu...
Cole got out of his car first. He scanned the surrounding roofs and windows like a Secret Service agent clearing the way for the president, then meandered around his car to the passenger side. He heft...
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