No Way Back Quotes

“This can’t be real. It can’t be. You just don’t wake up to another day, go along living your life then—bang—without warning, without a chance to prepare, in a heartbeat, everything changes.”
― Rick Mofina, No Way Back

“Even though he drove her crazy, made her so angry, she loved him. It was his wildness, his burning desire to chase what he wanted. He was fearless. Self-confident. But she never realized that what he pursued would take such a toll, almost cost them everything. Still, she loved him. His fury gave her the courage to chase her own dreams. She always believed her love for him could endure anything. She needed him and always would. The truth was that even though she wanted him to quit reporting, she feared his passion would be switched off and the sadness she saw in her mother’s eyes would surface in his.”
― Rick Mofina, No Way Back

“Dad, she can’t be dead. She’s my mom. She can’t be.”
― Rick Mofina, No Way Back

“standing in front of the jewelry store.”
― Rick Mofina, No Way Back

“A note on the file folder said More series material in box 3312. “That one, Molly.” Reed pointed to the box on the top shelf in the corner. “Get that one. Look for two stories from the series. The folders might have something written on them.” Still on the higher shelf, Wilson heaved the box nearer, opening to the case of Cyras Makepeace. “Remember that case, Tom? Wilderness guide whose customers died hiking?” “Yeah, it’s all coming back. Cyras arranged to make himself a beneficiary on their insurance policies before his clients had wilderness accidents. They never charged him even after a couple of exhumations.” “Here’s the last one on the series,” Wilson said, just as the lights flickered, the floor shook from the presses, and the board she was standing on cracked. “Look out!” Wilson caught herself but the box crashed, files spilled on the floor at Reed’s feet He bent down to collect them. He reached for a black-and-white mug shot and he froze. “Jesus Christ!” Realization rushed at him with all the fury and the earth-shaking thunder of the presses, driving him to his knees as he studied the face that met his in the flickering light.”
― Rick Mofina, No Way Back

“Darnell's eyes shone. “That’s Rod August out there. One of my best. Thirty-two years old. Five years on the job. He wanted to be a detective. I’d be talking to him right now in my office,”
― Rick Mofina, No Way Back

“making calls, jotting notes as the chatter spilled over the glass walls of the small office tucked in a corner of the newsroom. Experienced”
― Rick Mofina, No Way Back

“one knew that better than Tom Reed. From far across the metro section he picked up on the emotion in the dispatchers’ voices. It was a skill he’d never lost even though it had been ages since he did a shift at the police radios, the most dreaded job in the newsroom. The noise irritated the burnouts who wanted them silenced, a blasphemy to diehards like Reed. Scanners were sacred. They alerted you to the first cries for help, pulling you into a story that would stop the heart of your city. Or break it. Reed sensed something was up. But he forced himself to shrug”
― Rick Mofina, No Way Back

“Rick Mofina”
― Rick Mofina, No Way Back