Plum Island (John Corey, #1)

by Nelson DeMille

It occurred to me that the problem with doing nothing is not knowing when you’re finished.

here, I frequent a place called the Olde Towne Taverne, though I usually avoid places with that many silent “e’s.”

I think the government should allocate one thousand silent “e’s” to New England and Long Island, and when they’re used up, no one can have any more.

Anyway, the Olde Towne Taverne is in downtown...

the air was so thick with testosterone that the wallpaper was getting soggy.