Relic (Pendergast, #1)

by Douglas Preston

So I return rebuk’d to my content, And gain by ills thrice more than I have spent.

Wright’s executive secretary stopped her gum chewing in mid-snap. “Howzat?” she inquired. “No, Shakespeare,” Pendergast replied,

D’Agosta looked thoughtful for a few moments. “There’s one thing I could tell about this Coffey right from the get-go,” he said. “What is that?” “The guy’s dipped in green shit.” “Ah, Vincent,” said Pendergast, “you have such a colorful way with words.”