Foreign Deceit Quotes

“Incognito.”
― Jeff Carson, Foreign Deceit

“his Colorado-dried skin drank the moisture like a sponge.”
― Jeff Carson, Foreign Deceit

“understand”
― Jeff Carson, Foreign Deceit

“The first quarter mile of the trail was steep, switching back and forth through the ponderosa pine trees, and Wolf’s lungs pumped hard to wring the oxygen out of the Rocky Mountain air. He’d grown up in the mountains, no more than a few miles away, and he was used to the depleted oxygen. But his lungs stung, and the back of his throat tasted like rust. Wolf’s relaxed attitude toward vigorous exercise for the past few months was catching up to him”
― Jeff Carson, Foreign Deceit

“Wolf remembered the conversation inside the observatory from the day before. Vlad worked for the EAS, overseeing the logistics of moving astronomical equipment between observatories throughout the European Union. A clear mental picture was forming in Wolf’s mind as to the true nature of Vlad’s activities. As of now it looked like, along with astronomical equipment, Vlad was trafficking stolen electronics. All of them supplied by a gang of thugs led by Cezar. Small light-colored boxes caught his attention, stacked underneath the open boxes of electronics. Wolf pushed back one on top, unveiling a stark white cardboard one about a foot cubed in size. A dark-blue logo was faintly visible on the side. He bent closer and ran his finger across it. It was the letters EAS with what looked to be stars or planets. He lifted the box. It was packed dense and heavy, and shaking didn’t”
― Jeff Carson, Foreign Deceit

“That’s too bad.” Her breath was hot, her lips flicking his earlobe. “Well, we could always eat together later.” “What’s that?” he said, pointing at his ear, keeping his head down. She repeated herself as Rossi pushed past Wolf’s right shoulder, brushing right up against him, and out the front door. Wolf stood and watched Rossi leave. Rossi walked out in a fast march, took a left down the road, and went out of sight. Looking in the window reflection again, Wolf saw Cezar turn the corner back into the rear of the pub. Wolf pushed past the waitress and walked to the door. “Fucking American piece of sh—” the waitress’s voice was snuffed out by the door as it shut. “Goodbye, asshole.” The soccer fan with a lighter raised his beer to Wolf as he walked past.”
― Jeff Carson, Foreign Deceit

“No matter where you went, people lived more on Fridays.”
― Jeff Carson, Foreign Deceit

“collective gasp echoed off the hundred year old walls. “Awwwwww!” Rachette’s voice”
― Jeff Carson, Foreign Deceit

“was presenting us, it was more a matter of comforting”
― Jeff Carson, Foreign Deceit