Buried Prey Quotes

“First she got Jesus, probably fifteen years ago, and that didn’t work out, so she tried Scientology, and that didn’t help, but it cost a lot of money, so she tried Buddhism and yoga, and those didn’t work, so she started drinking. I think that helped, because she’s still drinking.”
― John Sandford, Buried Prey

“Lucas’s position was supine: that is, whenever he heard people arguing about it, he wanted to lie down and take a nap.”
― John Sandford, Buried Prey

“He realized he was having a hard time recognizing that Marcy was gone, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, and that killing Fell would not answer the problem he was having with her death, would not bring her back, and could have devastating consequences for himself and his family. The little man at the back of his mind could whisper all of that to him: and yet, that realization had little effect on the urge for revenge.”
― John Sandford, Buried Prey

“Yeah. Still.” THEY CIRCLED the block one more time, checking houses with lights: the house across the street from Hanson’s had lights, as did the one on the left. “If we’re gonna do it, best not to circle again,” Del said. “Drop me off,” Lucas said, and pulled on the gloves. Lucas climbed out in front of the lights-out house, walked quickly down the sidewalk and then up the walk to Hanson’s place, and rang the doorbell. Rang it again, did a quick check around, pulled out the rake, rang the doorbell again, and slipped the rake into the lock. The rake sounded like somebody shaking a tray of dinner forks: not hard, just shaking it a little. Lucas kept the turning pressure on the lock, and felt it go. He took the knob, turned it, called, “Hey, Roger. You home?” No answer. He stepped inside, pushed the door shut, and turned on the light. Burglary notes: if you’re burglarizing a house, don’t go through the door and leave the house dark, and look around with the flashlight. The neighbors will call the cops. On the other hand, turning on the light is absolutely normal. Lucas called out again: “Hey, Hanson? Hey . . .” Silence. He started moving, going swiftly through the living room, through the kitchen to the back door. He unlocked it, cracked it open. Then back through the house, checking the three bedrooms. One had been”
― John Sandford, Buried Prey

“I’m gonna apply for law school for next year. I already took the LSATs and I did good.” “You really want to be a fuckin’ lawyer?” Del asked. “Look in the yellow pages. There are thousands of them. They’re like rats.” “Yeah, I know. I don’t know what to do. I used to think I could be a defense lawyer, but now, you know, after looking at four years of dirtbags, maybe not,” Lucas said. “So then I’m thinking about being a prosecutor, but then I see the prosecutors we work with, and the political bullshit they put up with, and I’m thinking . . .”
― John Sandford, Buried Prey

“an easy chair for Lucas. Lucas took it, gave them a quick summary of the Jones case, including the recovery of the girls’ bodies, and recited the details, as he remembered them, of the descriptions he’d accumulated on the man who’d called himself John Fell. “Fairly big guy, but”
― John Sandford, Buried Prey

“bureaucrat said. “Come back with a search warrant”
― John Sandford, Buried Prey

“with”
― John Sandford, Buried Prey

“Nancy on the left, Mary on the right.” “Hard”
― John Sandford, Buried Prey