eponymous-ey sentence:
p19: Sigma One would not be pleased.
punctuation marks:
p20: Dammit, he had to think.'
p28: He went back to the body, set it carefully on a shabby orange lounge chair, arranging the arms and head so that it looked as if the old man had fallen asleep in front of the TV
spaces:
p61: Ben flew to Lake Lucerne to claim the body and brought his brother home--what was left of him after the fuselage had exploded--ina little cardboard carton not much bigger than a cake box.
p261: One of them, Mercandetti had told him, resided in Vienna:the son of the monster Gerhard Lenz.
p302: I've tried tolove you.
p372: Jesus.And her guy at the DOJ had turned up nothing.
p412: The Marshall Plan itself, like so much else, was hammered out by Sigma--veryoften Sigma had devised the very language of the acts that would be submitted to, and passed by the American Congress!
p412: Wheels within wheels--thatwas the way we worked.
p412: Yet every detail had been outlined byus, mandated byus, longbefore.
p466: Everything wasbleached out.
p487: Wheels within wheels--thatwas the way we worked... It never crossed anyone's mind that the West had fallen under the administrationof a hidden consortium. The notion would be inconceivable . Because iftrue,itwould mean that over half of the planet was effectively a subsidiary of a single megacorporation--Sigma.
p493: "...Sie haben meinLeben gerettet!"
p511: "Oh, sweetJesus," said Officer Burt Connelly.
p550: This is agoddamned coffin.
p565: Youkilled my brother.
p572: This is not a manyou argue with, Ben thought, but he was finding it increasingly difficult to contain his outrage.
p593: CHAPTERFORTY-EIGHT
construction:
p103: Of the small wooded casket that held the remains, his father's composure suddenly cracking as the casket was lowered into the hole, crumpling to the ground, fists clenched, his hoarse wail.
ocr:
p191: Pete's words of caution: They practically own balf the cops.
p295: Which meant that Hartman might already have given Jiirgen Lenz a lethal injection.
p299: Use reappeared, carrying a small leather-bound book; on its spine Ben made out the name Hölderin, lettered in gilt.
p339: Anna recognized the agency siang--it referred to double agents, American assets who had been recruited by hostile parties.
p354: "...Those included the treasurer, who is identified by the title Obersturmfiihrer, and by the name Max Hartman."
p435: A bolstered pistol sat atop his gleaming bare desk, the leather holster old but lovingly cared for.
p493: "¡Vamos, Señor Albrecht, vamos paraallá, que estoy apurada!iTengo que ver al próximo paciente todavía!"
p493: "iYa mismo," she said, "vamos!"
p493: "Gott im Hinamel," he moaned.
le mot juste:
p196: The ledge of the cement wall that separated the bank's back lot from that of its neighbor was at shoulder height; Ben stuck the gun in the waistband of his trousers and, with both hands, lifted himself up and over.
spelling:
p205: He handed her a sheet of paper stamped SECRET, NOFORN, and NOCONRACT.
narrative:
p489: Like a mannequin twitching with incipient life, the ancient guard moved an arm, yanking a slim, silenced revolver from his trousers, and pointing it at the ruddy-faced man who stood over him.
grammar:
p607: "And can I say thanks for saving out ass?"
The plot's like a sieve plus there's quite a number of deus ex machina bombs that Robert dropped. Still, it was quite a ride.