Think Twice (Myron Bolitar, #12)

by Harlan Coben

Greg was never at peace. Not his entire life. There was something always roiling inside of him.

Two minutes later, Myron heard Big Cyndi squeal, a sound that makes children cringe and your cat hide under the couch.

Big Cyndi wrapped her tremendous arms around Esperanza. It would be grossly inadequate to call what Big Cyndi gave those she loved merely a “hug.” Big Cyndi’s embraces were all-encompassing, all-consuming, like your entire body was being wrapped up in damp attic insulation.

“A career mob boss named Joseph Turant.” Win pulled out a sheet of paper. “Everyone calls him Joey the Toe.” Myron frowned. “Joey the Toe?” “It’s a poorly conceived moniker,” Win agreed.