D.D. VanDyke > Quotes

“What about you?”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“Talia, born in 1995. They divorced in 2003, but she kept”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“I’m not talking about some guy. I’m talking about the Force, the Thin Blue Line, the fraternity of police I’ve been barred from.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“come in,”
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“The large metal building the Audi had entered backed up to a dozen huge oil tanks. I could see them looming like fat cylindrical high- rises through the back fence. Between the petroleum containers, tall uncut grass provided ground cover for the sandy coastal soil.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“you had”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“Cod,”
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“they said. I”
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“every bit of information and put my thumbprint in the silicone box.” Mira’s tone was self-righteous, as if doing”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“next?”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“imposter.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“the weathered wooden six-foot privacy fence and slipped”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“Colonial and several”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“talking about some guy. I’m talking about the Force, the Thin Blue Line, the fraternity of police I’ve been barred from. Being on the outside looking in does have its compensations, because now I’m my own boss. I have an agency, California Investigations, named for yours truly, California G. Corwin. My leftover hippie mother stuck the moniker on me, though it’s really not so bad because I go by Cal. I’ve always been a tomboy anyway. With a clear docket and hope for a new case this Monday, I reached down to flip the drop box open, the one inside my Mission District office off of Valencia. The sounds and smells of San Francisco streets”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“numbers at the Chronicle. See if anything lines up. Print those all out, will”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“mid-century modernism.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“spotted”
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“did exactly”
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“pushed on the back gate”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“And what did Mira paying her ex- husband Dennis large sums of money have to do with it? I’d love to go up to Seattle and grill him about it, but any trip there would take a minimum of twelve hours. Someone like Cole could do it, but I knew no one else with the investigative chops, not that I trusted anyway. Not unless I wanted to go against Mira’s wishes and inform SFPD. I made a note to phone Dennis, though. Not as effective, but maybe I could get something.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“Yes, uh…I have a serious problem, and I need your help.” The woman sounded mid-young, thirties perhaps, like me. “I’m in my office. Come on by.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“would be”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“something”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“Wish I could disagree, shweetheart,”Allsop replied with a halfhearted Bogart imitation. He lifted the thin blanket covering the dead junkie’s face to reveal a large syringe jammed to the hilt under her chin. I watched as he examined the blonde woman’s stiff arms, which showed old, healed needle track scars, and noticed she’d dressed for comfort –old sweat pants and a T- shirt.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“The yard I saw teemed lush and had”
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“short, typical”
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“verde?” They always ordered the same things no matter the”
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“him”
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“time for coming in late as I’d done all right at the poker table last night, picking up a couple C-notes. I’d rolled into bed some six or seven hours”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“that”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends