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Fresh ideas from this group was virtually an oxymoron, Marlys thought, wriggling her butt against the comfortless chair.
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Got Hollow Points?" Another said: "Heavily Armed . . . and easily pissed." A third one: "Point and Click . . . means you're out of ammo."
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You're saying the media is dangerous, immoral, and antidemocratic?
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Volvos are fundamentally invisible.
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Everything we're doing is freakin' iffy. That's what makes it so much fun.
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I was skateboarding on the levee and lost my edges," she said. "You were skateboarding?" She turned and looked at him and shook her head in exasperation: "No, you dummy, I fell. On the ice. On the sidewalk. Like old people do." Virgil: "Oh." She shook her head again. "Jesus wept."
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We ought to go up north. It'd be nice now, out on the lakes," said the taller one. "It's been too warm. Too many mosquitoes." The tall man laughed. 'Bullshit, mosquitoes. We're Indians, dickhead."
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What Lucas would feel, instead, would be a murderous anger, an iceberg of hate. He would kill anyone who hurt Weather, Sam, or Letty. He'd be cold about it, he'd plan it, but the anger would never go away, and sooner or later, he would find them and kill them.
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They didn't talk for a while. Johnson popped the top on the second beer, took a long swig, then tossed the nearly full can over his shoulder and down the hill. "Good-bye, old friend," he said. "I'll believe it a year from now," Virgil said. Johnson: "Say, this whole stop-drinking thing . . . it doesn't include margaritas, does it?" --"
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If a Martian were watching our television shows, he'd conclude that guns were more common than hammers. They're not evil themselves--they're tools--but everywhere you go, bad people have them. It behooves the righteous to at least know how they work.
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If I get killed, put my boots back on me.
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Like the NRA says, it's better to have a machine gun and not need it than to need a machine gun and not have it.
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But as cops began to develop FBI-like attitudes, and to build FBI-like fortresses, as they sealed themselves away in patrol cars, as they fended off contact with the public, they began to resemble a paramilitary force, rather than peace officers.
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They gathered around the living room TV and the media woman plugged a thumb drive into the digital port and brought the advertisement up: Smalls was dressed in a gray pin-striped suit, bankerish, but with a pale blue shirt open at the collar. He was in his Minnesota Senate office, with a hint of the American flag to his right, a couple of red and white stripes--not enough of a flag display to invite sarcasm, but it was there.
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MARLYS WAS A WOMAN of ordinary appearance, if seen in a supermarket or a library, dressed in homemade or Walmart dresses or slacks, a little too heavy, but fighting it, white-haired, ruddy-faced. In her heart, though, she housed a rage that knew no bounds. The rage fully possessed her at times, and she might be seen sitting in her truck at a stoplight, pounding the steering wheel with the palms of her hands, or walking through the noodle ai..
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The local farmers, of course, were bitching because the bean and corn harvests were going to be huge and the prices depressed. Of course, if it hadn't rained, they'd be bitching because their crops were small, even if the prices were high. You couldn't win with farmers.
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GRAY-EYED COLE SAT in his bedroom window, looking out over the road, a scoped Ruger 10/22 in his hands. Squirrel rifle. Below him, a quilt hung on the wire clothesline, airing out. Before the end of the day, the quilt would smell like early-summer fields, with a little gravel dust mixed in. A wonderful smell, a smell like home.
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I understand. Does he have names?" "No. All he has is some basic descriptions. He said the candidate from the North saw you and a fellow he believed was related to you, and passed along the description. If he starts asking around among our people, he's going to find you. I won't ask if . . . you know . . . you're planning something. I'm already in enough trouble, lying about not knowing you." "I appreciate that," Marlys said." --
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They were the rumors that might follow any rich man who stayed to himself, Virgil thought, and who at the same time was thoroughly hated.
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SCHIFFER WAS LEAVING, Dannon asked Carver to do a serious look around the yard. One of the radar buzzers had been going off, Dannon said, and he hadn't been able to isolate why. "Probably another goddamn skunk," Carver said. He pulled his jacket back on and went to look."
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As Bowden worked the room, Jubek took Lucas around to all the other security people and told them to take a good look. "If this guy tells you something, you listen," he told them. He gave Lucas his cell phone number, and said, as Lucas was leaving, "I sincerely hope you're a self-aggrandizing bullshitter who's trying to get attention for himself, but I looked you up and I've got the bad feeling you're not." "'Self-aggrandizing.' Pretty big ..
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Marlys was a sturdy woman in her fifties, white curls clinging to her scalp like vanilla frosting. She wore rimless glasses, a homemade red-checked gingham dress, and low-topped Nikes. Short-nosed and pale, she had a small pink mouth that habitually pursed in thought, or disapproval.
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THEY WALKED UP TO the front door, rang the bell. Del scratched his neck and looked at the yellow bug light and said, "I feel like a bug." "You look like a bug. You fall down out there?" "About four times. We weren't running so much as staggering around. Potholes full of water . . . I see you kept your French shoes nice and dry." "English. English shoes . . . French shirts. Italian suits. Try to remember that." "Makes my nose bleed," Del sai..
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THE EXCHANGE KEPT LUCAS warm all the way out to the car. He'd jump off a high building before he betrayed Weather, but a little extracurricular flirtation kept the blood circulating; not that all of it went to the brain.
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You know, I believe every word you've said, but I don't need this. I've got six officers working for me full-time, plus four reserve deputies and a dog, and the dog got his feet cut up on broken glass yesterday and he's out of it for a week. That means two guys for busy shifts, one guy for others. The dog has the most experience. Not counting the part-timers, he might even be the smartest. I include myself in that. I've never investigated a..
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They both knew what they were thinking, though neither said it: Taryn Grant had what it took to be president. She had the business background, she understood economics and finance, she had the money wrapped up, she looked terrific, she had a mind that understood the necessary treacheries: a silken Machiavelli.
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vegetables in your restaurants are not so good." "Better in Russia?" Reynolds asked, interested. "I should say so," Nadya said. "Also better in France, in Germany, in Scandinavia, in Italy, in Israel."
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THE DAY WAS PERFECT: low eighties, bluebird sky, the slightest touch of a breeze. If the Minnesota August lasted all year, nobody would live anywhere else.
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You've got pretty good taste." She pulled out a suit, looked at it, put it back, pulled out another. "I can remember, you always wore good suits, good-looking suits, even before you were rich." "I like suits," he said. "They feel good. I like Italian suits, actually. I've had a couple of British suits, and they were okay, but they felt ... constructed. Like I was wearing a building. But the Italians - they know how to make a suit." "Ever tr..
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He looked directly at Grant: "I will tell them that I think you are guilty of the murder of three people and that you were the sponsor of the child-pornography smear, and that I think a person of your brand of social pathology--I believe you are a psychopath, and I will tell them that--has no place in the Senate. And I will continue to argue that here in Minnesota for the full six years of your term, and do everything I can to wreck any pos..
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His ex-wife, Truly, whom he still occasionally visited, wore various pieces of camo, depending on daily fashion demands--more at Walmart, less at Target.
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The regular campaign staff, including the regular campaign manager, had no idea that the shadow staff existed.
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depression was to be feared--and he could feel it sniffing around outside his door, looking for a way in.
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argued that depression is a terrible word for the affliction. Should be called something like mindstorm. Still, Lucas's intuition told him that mindstorms didn't just show up: they needed something to chew on.
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operations, trying to get things straight. He now had so much metal in his pelvis that he carried a TSA Notification Card just to get on an airplane. Despite the lingering disability, he'd gone back to full-time in April. He sat back down again. "I found Brett Givens working as a sign man for a real estate dealership over in Edina," he said. "He drives a pickup, goes around putting up signs, or taking them down." Lucas knew Givens: "Better ..
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All right. I'll keep it quiet." "Attaboy. This thing is going to work out, Lucas. For us. It really shouldn't matter whether we get the killer this week or in two weeks. What matters right now is to try to square up this election. Let's focus on that: you do what you do, and let me try to get things straight with the voters."
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I'll have to think about it, but I can do that," Taryn said. "Of course you can," Dannon said. "But don't think about ways to trick them or outsmart them. Just focus on your ignorance. You don't know anything, but you're willing to speculate, and you'd like some information from them--to hear what they think." "What about you and Carver?" "We can handle it," Dannon said. "We've spent half our lives lying to cops, of one kind or another. Nob..
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Just about killed ourselves out there in the dark," Carver said. "He's gone. Put a few concrete blocks on top of him, just in case." "In case of what?" Taryn asked, fascinated in spite of herself. "Well . . . body gases," Carver said. "The ground was a little wet, you wouldn't want him popping up."
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Coyotes don't eat dachshunds," Johnson said. "Dachshunds were bred to go down badger tunnels and drag the badgers out by their ass. A good-sized dachshund could weigh thirty pounds and has jaws like a crocodile. Old Dixie would straight-out fuck up a coyote."
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She shook her head. "I don't know the details, exactly, but he was a lobbyist for the Minnesota Apiary Association." "You mean, archery?" Jeff asked. "No, apiary, Daddy. You know, honey bees. There was some kind of licensing thing going on," Brittany said. "The state was going to put on a fee, and some of the bee guys said they wouldn't bring their hives into Minnesota if that happened, and Tubbs thought that the bees were interstate commer..
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She'd just come back when Marvel tapped the computer screen and said, "See, what happened was, this guy, Representative Diller, got the licensing fees on semi-trailers reduced by about half, so they'd supposedly be in line with what they were in the surrounding states. He said he wanted to do that so the trucking companies wouldn't move out of Minnesota. But what you see over here is a bunch of 1099 forms that were sent by trucking companie..
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Impossible to know. The thing is, you take a fork in the road, it doesn't always work out for the better . . . but sometimes it does. It must.
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A diplomatic passport for a Tal Zahavi, with a current photo of Yael-1. The same birth date as in the other passport. The interior must have had fifty entry stamps for European and South American countries, plus the U.S., Japan, and South Korea. The woman traveled a lot.
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And he still had those two big nuts in his pocket that he'd picked up from the Purdys' barn workshop, the one with the green-and-yellow overspray on the floor, a green-and-yellow spray that didn't match the hard green and yellow of the John Deere, but did match the green and yellow of fair fire hydrants . . . and those nuts in his pocket. Why would you need a whole bag of big nuts, but no bolts? You wouldn't--unless they were shrapnel. And ..
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