Loose Ends Quotes

“Talia, born in 1995. They divorced in 2003, but she kept”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“What about you?”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“I’m not talking about some guy. I’m talking about the Force, the Thin Blue Line, the fraternity of police I’ve been barred from.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“begun sliding into overgrown as if neglected for months. No”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“The yard I saw teemed lush and had”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“the weathered wooden six-foot privacy fence and slipped”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“pushed on the back gate”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“coastal California.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“short, typical”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“mid-century modernism.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“variants on”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“Colonial and several”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“Cod,”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“spotted”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“every bit of information and put my thumbprint in the silicone box.” Mira’s tone was self-righteous, as if doing”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“they said. I”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“did exactly”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“next?”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“happened”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“imposter.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“would be”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“come in,”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“you had”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“something”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“him”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“that”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“Yes, uh…I have a serious problem, and I need your help.” The woman sounded mid-young, thirties perhaps, like me. “I’m in my office. Come on by.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“verde?” They always ordered the same things no matter the”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“The large metal building the Audi had entered backed up to a dozen huge oil tanks. I could see them looming like fat cylindrical high- rises through the back fence. Between the petroleum containers, tall uncut grass provided ground cover for the sandy coastal soil.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends

“Wish I could disagree, shweetheart,”Allsop replied with a halfhearted Bogart imitation. He lifted the thin blanket covering the dead junkie’s face to reveal a large syringe jammed to the hilt under her chin. I watched as he examined the blonde woman’s stiff arms, which showed old, healed needle track scars, and noticed she’d dressed for comfort –old sweat pants and a T- shirt.”
― D.D. VanDyke, Loose Ends