The Boy from the Woods (Wilde, #1)

by Harlan Coben

Someone once told Hester that memories hurt, the good ones most of all.

As she got older, Hester realized just how true that was.

When he was eighteen years old, Wilde had gone to West Point, where he finished with all kinds of honors.

Memory makes demands that you often can’t keep. Memory is faulty because it insists on filling in the blanks.

spent the last ten years, since

Man may be evil or good, that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that man rarely considered the consequences of his actions.

Wilde had worked in the security industry, so he knew that a lot of his competitors stoked these parental fears

so they could cash in with big school contracts. Create the problem—then monetize the solution.

You move forward in life. You may give the old you a nod every once in a while, but the old you is gone and not coming back. That was often a good thing.

“Uh, sorry to disagree, but divorce seems to be pretty much the definition of a failed marriage.”

“Extremists are relentless. They don’t see right or wrong—they see us and them. You’re a baseball fan, aren’t you, Gavin?”

America was waking up, as Germany once did, to the awareness that one-third of our people will kill one-third of our people while one-third of our people watches.”

“Arnie Poplin claims to have overheard Rusty admit to killing someone and Dash having some kind of confession to it on tape. You figure they’re talking about Christopher Anson.”