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“Frank’s gone!” Trevor shouted. “He ran. When are you going to get that through your head?!”
― Mark Lukens, Ancient Enemy

“gained speed. Zane listened for clues as to their whereabouts, but the only thing he was able to determine was that they were in an area of fairly heavy traffic. Vehicles moved past them in both directions, and on two different occasions, horns were blown. But where were they going? The German had indicated there would be a meeting but with whom? And for what purpose? He still wondered why he hadn’t been killed. Maybe they wanted to interrogate him in order to find out what organization he worked for. Unless they had been able to salvage something from his phone—which he doubted—for all they knew, he could be working for a competitor, for the United States government, or for the family of the deceased. Other than that, he couldn’t think of any reason for an interrogation. After an hour of driving at speed, the vehicle began to slow.”
― John Sneeden, The Signal

“She doesn’t like ducks,” Shane said, nodding.  “I’ve seen a couple of dead ducks before my dad fishes them out.  He says they died naturally, but I know she killed them.  I don’t know why, though.”
― Ron Ripley, Berkley Street

“Moving satellites, the term for testing and tracking the source, or sources, of originating signals, was rarely done. However, there didn’t seem to be a choice in this case. They could not figure out with whom Gaines was talking, and even more problematic was his method of communication. Jaeger jumped rope while waiting for the results. He knew the NSA had some exposure during the maneuvers, namely the loss of surveillance, but it would just be a few minutes of darkness. Then they’d have an answer. In a solar-powered bunker located on the same Taos property where he’d met Gale, Booker sucked down a yerba mate power smoothie filled with one of his special blend of herbs. He needed to stay up all night, and this would do it. Two aides assisted him in handling the fast-breaking situations.”
― Brandt Legg, Cosega Shift