Found (Mickey Bolitar, #3)

by Harlan Coben

nurse in pink hospital scrubs stepped into the room. She did not look pleased to see us. “What is this?” Spoon spread his arms. “My posse.” “Your what?” “My posse. These are my peeps, my crew, my homies—” “Are they immediate family?” “More than immediate family,” Spoon said. “They’re my posse, my peeps, my crew, my—”

Sometimes, explaining how the universe works is like teaching a lion to read. Reading is real. The lion is real. But he’s never going to read.”