Jeff Siebold
It’s hard to get lost when you’re coming home from work.
-Blonde Faith by Walter Mosley
-Blonde Faith by Walter Mosley
It was the bright yellow tape that finally convinced me my sister was dead.
-The Damage Done by Hilary Davidson
-The Damage Done by Hilary Davidson
It is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to be executed by firing squad.
-The Day of the Jackal by Frederick Forsyth
-The Day of the Jackal by Frederick Forsyth
We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody dropped the girl off the bridge.
-Darker Than Amber by John D. MacDonald
-Darker Than Amber by John D. MacDonald
When the phone rang, Parker was in the garage, killing a man.
-Firebreak by Richard Stark (a.k.a., Donald E. Westlake)
-Firebreak by Richard Stark (a.k.a., Donald E. Westlake)
When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.
-The Last Good Kiss by James Crumley
-The Last Good Kiss by James Crumley