Indigo Slam Quotes

“That’s the way adults often talk to children. You know they’re not going to listen, but you want to tell them anyway just so you know that you have.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“The attendant smiled a goodbye at the door. “You look much better.” “I’ve achieved a measure of peace with my uncertainty.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“She was looking at me expectantly, so I nodded. “Sure.” If you can at least look smart, people will assume that you are smart.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“The buzz cut and his friend came over. “You are coming with us.” The buzz cut spoke the words with a careful, starched pronunciation that made me think of Arnold Schwarzenegger, only the accent was Russian. “Sez who?” I can slay ’em with these comebacks.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“balding guy with a potbelly and tiny, mean eyes was”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“I hoped that the love helped with his pain.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“Yeah, well, try living with it. Getting old is hell.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“Moths swarmed around the parking lot lamps, banging into the glass with a steady tap-tap-tap, and I wondered if they welcomed the dawn. At dawn, they could stop slamming their heads into the thing that forever kept them from the light. People don’t have a dawn. We just keep slamming away until it kills us.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“She looked at our hands, twined there in her lap. “I know you want to help me through this. You already have, and I’m grateful, but you can’t help me anymore.” She tugged at my hand, and when I looked over I think she was trying not to cry. “I will not have my life defined by triangles. It’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to me. Richard is my mistake, and I have to live with it.” I didn’t know what to say.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“Nope.” I hung up, bought an iced tea from a sausage grill, then stared at the bay. The water was clean and blue, and Catalina was in sharp relief twenty-six miles away. A young woman in short-shorts and a metallic blue bikini top Rollerbladed past on the bicycle path. I followed her motion but did not see her. The detective in thoughtful mode. I”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“I drove back to Belmont Pier, parked in front of a shop that sold whale-watching tickets, and used a pay phone there to call Lou Poitras. He said, “Bubba, you really take advantage.” “Funny. Your wife said the same thing.” Poitras sighed. “Just tell me what you want.” Humor. You break them down with humor, and victory is yours.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“The people in the terminal ebbed and flowed with the early morning flight schedule of the big cross-country flights to New York or Miami or Chicago, then grew steadily as the number of flights increased. At eight-thirty we separated and positioned ourselves with a view to all points of egress in case Clark showed. He didn’t. A family of Hare Krishnas came through snapping finger chimes and offering pamphlets for money, moving from person to person until they reached Pike, and then they hurried past. Strong survival instinct.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“I looked at her, and thought that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. “Can I shoot him later?” She smiled again, and this time patted my hand. “We’ll see.” Something to live for.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“In fact, it wasn’t evidence at all, but I didn’t want to be a defeatist.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“Though I did manage to gain a bit of intelligence when I was in Stu’s office.” “Ah.” I knew that she had. You could see that in her eyes, too. A kind of ferocious twinkle.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“I asked people about you, and those people said if you were looking for a guy, then you probably found him. I just can’t figure why you won’t come clean.” “Maybe they’re wrong.” He nodded. “Could be.” “But maybe I just don’t like being muscled, so I’m being petulant.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“She cleared her throat. “My ex-husband, Richard. Ben’s father.” She cleared her throat again. “He came to see you?” “Yesterday.” “And you didn’t call me.” It wasn’t a question. More a statement, more just wanting to make sure she had the facts of her life straight. “You didn’t think that was worth calling me about.” I sighed. “Mistake, huh?” Silence again. Pike and Teri were watching me until Pike shook his head and turned away. Sometimes you can’t win.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“I looked at the Pinocchio clock, and gave it Stan Laurel. “Isn’t this a fine development?” Pinocchio’s eyes went from side to side, but he didn’t say anything. He never does.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“Good-bye, Richard.” So much for civil discourse. So much for modern men discussing a modern problem in an enlightened manner. I was thinking that it might be fun to beat him to death.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“The first headline read: MOB BOSS INDICTED ON 39 COUNTS. The basic story was as Reed Jasper described: Vasily Markov headed an organization of Russian émigrés who had long been suspected of involvement in counterfeiting, black marketeering, smuggling, extortion, and murder, but that it wasn’t until “an insider in Markov’s counterfeiting ring” turned state’s evidence that the grand jury could get an indictment. That insider was Clark Hewitt.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“Pike said, “What’s wrong?” “His name isn’t Haines. It’s Hewitt, and he isn’t just your ordinary junkie. He’s on the run from the Russian mob, he used to be in the federal witness protection program, and he doesn’t have a clue that he or those children are in danger.” Pike nodded. “So where’s the surprise?” You never know if he means it.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“I put my Corvette in the carport, and met him at the kitchen door. Pike said, “Nice eye.” No hello, no hey, are you all right? “Clark do that?” You can always count on your friends for humor.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“First irate Russian thugs, now irate federal cops. Maybe Rod Serling was next.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“Markov nodded and the steel fingers tightened into my shoulders like pliers. Alexei backhanded me with the Glock and a starburst of pain erupted from my other ear. Some days suck. Some days you shouldn’t even get out of bed. I said, “Who is Clark Hewitt and why is he so important?”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“A fourth man entered, this guy a little shorter than the others, but wider, and hard to see when your eyes are blurring. He was in his fifties, with crinkly gray hair and a florid face and a dark blue shirt open at the neck to show a lot of grizzled chest hair. He was also holding a McDonald’s soft drink cup. Large. I guess that’s where Dmitri got it from.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“Three men were around an oak desk that had probably been secondhand in the thirties, two of the men in their mid-fifties, the third maybe younger. The”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“A light patter of rain began to fall, and Alexei put on the windshield wipers. We took the Alaskan Way Viaduct up past Elliot Bay into Ballard, then turned toward the water and bumped along an older part of the wharf to a warehouse at the edge of a pier. The warehouse, like the pier, was old and unkempt, with great rusted doors that slid along tracks and peeling paint and an air of poverty. Dmitri climbed out, pushed open the door, and we drove inside to park between a brand-new $100,000 Porsche Carrera and an $80,000 Mercedes SL convertible. Guess the air of poverty only went so far.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“She blushed and we went into a small lab that looked not unlike a doctor’s office and smelled of naphtha. A black Formica counter ran along one wall with a shelf of little bottles above it and three light trays. A single steel sink was sunk into the counter, with a binocular microscope on one side of it and a large magnifying glass on a gooseneck stand on the other. Modern crime fighting at its cutting-edge finest.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“I parked in the basement, then took an elevator to the lobby where I went through a metal detector and gave my name to a guy who looked like he ate a Pontiac for breakfast. Then I took another elevator up to seventeen.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam

“When I got home that evening the cat was sitting by his bowl in the kitchen. I talked it over with him while I was making dinner, and said, “What would you do?” The cat blinked, then bent over and licked his anus. Cats lead simple lives.”
― Robert Crais, Indigo Slam