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So far so good. I didn’t read the first 3, but it seems they are “stand alone”.

Racial invective,“ Hawk said to me.

“It’s ugly,“ I said. ’Ugly talk.“

what do we think the chance i crush the last fifth of this book in the next 2.5 hours. i think i prob dont finish it this shift but do finish before i head to bed tonight

You look like you’d hurt and somehow I know you wouldn’t.”

“Tough but oh so gentle,” I said.

Rose said, “We are not fools. You assume women can’t manage this sort of thing? That gunrunning is a masculine profession?”

“I don’t assume anything. What I know is that amateurs can’t handle this sort of thing. You will get ripped off if you’re lucky and ripped off and busted if you’re not.” Ah, Spenser, master of the revolutionary argot. Word maven of the counterculture.

“You can,” Pam said. “You really can. I trust him. He’s a good man.”

I smiled harder. Ingratiation. Jane eyes me for vulnerable points.

“Yes yes I’m all right I’m fine I’ve been using his apartment.”
“With him?” Rose looked suddenly menopausal.
“No,” I said. The way I used to say it to my mother. “No, I’ve been down the Cape, working on a case. Besides I have a girlfriend, ah woman, ah, I have a person, I... Pm with Susan Silverman.”

he really said "you know susan? guidance counselor love of my life pain of my ass" to some women who do nawt know her

Zealots were always hard. Zeal distorts them. Makes the normal impulses convolute. Makes people fearless and greedless and loveless and finally monstrous. I was against zeal. But being against it didn’t make it go away. I had to persuade these two zealots to go along with the plan or the plan washed away and maybe so did the Shepards.

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“Yeah. Actually he didn’t do it himself. He had two guys do it, and he,

like, supervised.”

“Hawk’s moving up. Executive level. He was always a comer.”

“He said he just does the killing now, the sweaty work he delegates.”

“And so here we are.”

His name’s Hawk,” I said. “Call him Hawk.”

“What are you, the NAACP?”

“Call him Hawk.”