Jack Slater > Quotes

“Once a man can be bought, his loyalty is temporary and only owed to the highest bidder. And that is not always—or even often—the United States of America. If anything,”
― Jack Slater, Dark State

“Lee swallowed hard, unable to draw his eyes away from Finch’s unnamed companion for very long. Something about the man was truly terrifying. He looked like he could crush a human head between those two meaty paws of his without breaking a sweat. More than that, he looked like he might even enjoy it”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“Finally, because this is my prerogative as a writer, I’m going to dedicate a book for the very first time. This one, though she can never read it, is for my pup, who passed away a few weeks ago after almost 14 very happy years. I miss you.”
― Jack Slater, Depth Charge

“A smudge on the right-hand side of Trapp’s vision sent out a warning signal, attracting the attention of his conscious brain. In an instant, that nervous tension that was never that far away these days ramped itself back up. His fingers curled around the throttle, not feeding gas into the engine just yet, but ready to with a second’s notice”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“Chino stood unsteadily, propping himself up on his cane. He paused, then shuffled toward a battered chest of drawers against one wall. He opened it and pulled out a thick manila file, which Trapp saw as he returned was well-thumbed. His host threw it down on the couch”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“His congratulations came in the form of the scratch of a liquor bottle opening. Trapp stood as Shea took a sip. Without meaning to, he studied her expression in the dancing light of the building campfire. She manfully resisted scrunching her face up in reaction to the heat of the alcohol, and almost succeeded”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“Trapp held his breath, knowing that it wasn’t his place to listen, but hoping that the message carried with it some news of Shea’s condition. Maybe it was even for him, Sarah wanting to keep him updated. It would be okay to listen to it, wouldn’t it”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“Chino did as he was told but received the same response, accompanied in quick succession first by a vise clenching his stomach in its grip, then the metallic clang of bullets impacting the vehicle’s steel chassis. He twisted in his seat, his attention instinctively drawn to the sound of the impacts. In the back, Cpl. Miles Roth and Pvt. Stan Oxley had hunched low, behind the protection of the metal sides”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“Jason Trapp was born to complete his mission. And when he couldn’t, the failure cut him deep. It stole the thought of sleep from his mind and left him unable to contemplate taking any action except heading back into hell and trying all over again.”
― Jack Slater, Dark State

“If you’ve been here since the beginning, thanks for sticking with me. I love doing what I do, and to know that at every hour of every day someone, somewhere in the world is reading one of my books is truly an amazing feeling. The sun never sets on the Jason Trapp Empire… Okay, it’s more of a fiefdom. But it’s mine!”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“On the other side of the street from the library, sitting in the back of a beat-up Ford F-150 with blacked-out rear windows and cradling a considerably more modern SLR camera was a man who wasn’t really called Mike Lee. He wasn’t an employee of an insurance company called Atlanta Life, either, though he really was from Georgia”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“Finch leapt out of the vehicle and landed on the uneven desert terrain in an athletic crouch. Jeffrey followed, noting with irritation that his black leather Oxfords were much less suited to the dusty ground than Finch’s tan desert boots. He suspected that the choice of location was no accident. Finch had a habit of playing what he thought of as unnecessary power games”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“It was, in fact, his weapon of choice—extremely accurate, with a manageable form factor, and most importantly, dependable. The thing never jammed, never malfunctioned. When an operator needed to spit a lot of lead in the bad guys’ direction, an HK416 would do it forever without complaining once. “Who the hell are you?” Trapp asked, eyeing the man with his steel-blue gaze. The shooter was dressed in dark combat fatigues and had the mark of a special operator about him—a cold, lethal tension that suggested he could snap into action with a millisecond’s notice. Out of the corner of his eye, Trapp saw that the man’s partner was dressed and armed exactly the same. Except the other shooter had his weapon raised and aimed directly at Trapp’s skull. He did the math, quickly, and decided for the time being to play it cool. In all honesty, he didn’t really have much of a choice. Either of the two operators could drop him before he moved a yard. The man ignored the question. “Get back on the helicopter!” he yelled, his voice a slow Arkansas drawl. Trapp’s brow furrowed. The hell? What was the point in dragging him halfway across the country just to send him back? And then it clicked. The operator wasn’t speaking to him. “But—” “No questions. Get back on the helicopter, and fuck off!” the shooter shouted, jerking his thumb to accentuate his point. Trapp glanced over his shoulder at the liaison officer’s dismayed frown, and a wide grin crept across his face. Maybe he didn’t mind being held at gunpoint after all.”
― Jack Slater, Dark State

“Several years ago, the House Oversight Committee chairman wrote, referring to the cash sent to Iraq after the invasion: “The numbers are so large that it doesn’t seem possible that they are true. Who in their right mind would send 363 tons of cash into a war zone?” Who indeed… In the first year after the fall of Saddam Hussein, the special Inspector General for Iraq Reconstruction determined that $8.8 billion in $100 bills was disbursed as cash to Iraqi ministries, “without assurance the monies were probably used are accounted for.” Worse still, he later decided that that lack of accountability “extended to the entire $20 billion expended” by the Coalition Provisional Authority. Much of this money was stolen by Americans. Millions of dollars was billed by contractors for contracts that simply did not exist. Where the contracts were real, accounts were not kept. Sometimes, perhaps even often, this can be attributed to the chaos present during wartime. But you would have to be naïve to think that hundreds of millions of dollars – probably billions – was not stolen. Hangman was the result of me asking – who stole it?”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“He was surprisingly gentle in his actions for a man she knew had committed so much horror. Just being a room with him”
― Jack Slater, Hand of God

“Last year I wrote a novel about a pandemic, False Flag. I don’t think in my wildest dreams that I could have imagined that the risks I read about during my research might actually happen. Even though every expert wrote that it wasn’t just a possibility, but an inevitability, that a novel virus would be able to take advantage of a human race that is more globally inter-connected than at any time in human history. It’s hard for any of us to imagine that the worst can actually happen – even though all I do all day is dream up scenarios in which it could! I promise I won’t write any books about asteroids colliding with the earth, or Yellowstone finally erupting, just in case…”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“Jason Trapp’s gaze jerked upward from the empty bottle of beer in front of him toward the source of the man’s voice before his head did. The bartender was in his 40s, with a fraying head of sandy brown hair and a couple of weeks’ worth of beard growth. His eyes were tired, sunk into sagging bunkers of flesh”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“You didn’t,” Trapp said, and it was the truth. He’d only spilled his guts about his childhood to one man before, and though Price was practically a brother, this was different. Back then it had all felt so raw. Hell, he’d only been a few weeks removed from the hell house of his childhood, and basic training didn’t exactly provide the best opportunity for a heart-to-heart”
― Jack Slater, Hangman

“themselves were intentionally secluded deep into the wilderness, far”
― Jack Slater, Among the Pines

“wasn’t no replacement”
― Jack Slater, Valley of Death

“counter-intelligence work. It was all shirt and no pants.”
― Jack Slater, The Apparatus

“desiccated”
― Jack Slater, Dark State

“The inside of the house looked like it had emerged from the 1980s stillborn.”
― Jack Slater, She Lies Here

“a Simpsons quote”
― Jack Slater, In the Dark

“It showed a dead man in the snow”
― Jack Slater, Dark State

“bloviate, pontificate, procrastinate, and generally stand in the way of American progress.”
― Jack Slater, Dark State

“The only easy day was yesterday,”
― Jack Slater, In the Dark

“said”
― Jack Slater, Code of Arms

“surveying the speaker—a man in his early thirties, who was cradling a black Heckler & Koch HK416 submachine gun in his grip. The man’s posture was relaxed but had an intense lethality about it. Trapp recognized the weapon instantly. It was standard issue for operators in the CIA’s Special Activities Division. That made sense. It was, in fact, his weapon of choice—”
― Jack Slater, Dark State

“know”
― Jack Slater, Hand of God