Deadly Stillwater Quotes

“Lyman Hisle was as high profile as it got in the Twin Cities, and his daughter had been abducted in broad daylight. Not to mention, Hisle was a close personal friend of Charlie Flanagan.”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“Boys were Detectives Pat Riley, Riley’s partner, Bobby Rockford, and Mac’s own partner, Richard Lich. When St. Paul Police Chief”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“ever need. Anything, you just tell me. It’s yours.” The lawyer pumped Mac’s arm vehemently in a handshake. “I mean it. Thank you, thank you, thank you,”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“there tonight. She says he arrived just before eight, stayed about an hour,”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“and then running his hand through his thick back hair. The”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“I’d guess”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“the right. Smith had watched the area and this parking spot in particular every Sunday for the last month. Nobody ever came to the building or parked in the back on a Sunday afternoon. He expected”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“It’s five o’clock somewhere.” JULY 5th 4:48 a.m. I”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“much older than the”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“to fall right”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“When”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“Mental acuity?” Lich whispered mockingly. “What the fuck’s mental acuity?” “Something you don’t have, knuckle-dragger,” Mac snickered back, though Lich possessed plenty of it.”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“clip into hers. “You always”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“Smith turned the panel van left into the alley and pulled three-quarters of the way down toward Western Avenue. He stopped and then backed in behind a small office building housing an accounting office with a storefront facing Western. From this position, the back of the café was visible at a forty-five-degree angle to the right. Smith had watched the area and this parking spot in particular every Sunday for the last month. Nobody ever came to the building or parked in the back on a Sunday afternoon. He expected this day would be no different.”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“definitions vary, but “retribution” is typically”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“that”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“Over by the front door.” They all walked over”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“There’ll be nobody, and I mean nobody, around Rice Park at that time of day. If we’ve got people following closely, they’ll stick out like 50-Cent at a Faith Hill concert.”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“Calm the heck down and keep your heads, for cripes’ sake.”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“Regular Havercamps,” Riles replied, never one to pass up a Caddyshack moment. He pointed across and to the south along Western Avenue. “An old couple was walking along the sidewalk down there,”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“Dictionary definitions vary, but “retribution” is typically defined as punishment imposed for purposes of repayment or revenge for the wrong committed.”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“tan cargo shorts, navy blue Polo golf shirt,”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“was now over two million dollars, a nice little nest egg nobody knew about, not even his ex-wife. The $200,000 from Smith would simply be walking-around cash. The St. Paul police and the bureau suspected Smith had a partner when they took him down, but Smith never put Burton’s name in play. He took all the weight. When Smith was being sodomized in jail, when the bureau visited him, talking about how they could make his life easier if he just told them who he worked with, he didn’t give in, didn’t fold, and didn’t turn in his partner. Burton knew all this, tracking his partner’s incarceration, always worried he might break. He never did. Meanwhile, Burton moved to kidnapping and found his true calling within the bureau. When he brought home the daughter of one of New York’s wealthiest businessmen, taking down the kidnappers in a spectacular chase through the subway tunnels, his name and reputation were cemented. He published a book. Traveled the country speaking about his cases, and now performed training for the bureau. Retiring at the end of the year, he could expect to greatly enhance his wealth on the speaking circuit. Several prestigious colleges had inquired of his interest in teaching. His life was set. Then, four months ago Smith showed up on his doorstep. Burton owed him and there was no argument. His life was what it was because Smith never turned him in. Smith took all the heat, and Burton ended up with all the glory. Burton spent days and nights thinking of ways out of helping Smith. He offered up part of his nest egg. Smith wasn’t interested. Burton offered to put him in touch with people who would put him to work, let him earn a respectable living, start a new life, a comfortable life, a decent life. Smith wasn’t interested in any of that. He wanted one thing: he wanted Charlie Flanagan, and he didn’t just want to hurt him, he wanted to gut him. And Burton owed him. And if Burton refused, Smith would kill him. If he could just get through the next day, help Smith get what he wanted and get his crew theirs; he’d be free and clear. Smith would be gone. Burton could retire a happy and wealthy man. If Charlie Flanagan, Lyman Hisle, and their daughters had to pay the ultimate price for that—well, it was him or them. If that was the way it had to be, he’d”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“This is damn peculiar,” she muttered as Burton kept driving on, now twenty miles out of downtown and continuing north as Interstate 35W and 35E merged to form Interstate 35 to Duluth. Heather contemplated giving up, but Burton hit his right turn blinker and took the Forest Lake exit. At the top of the exit ramp, the FBI man turned right and drove a mile east into downtown Forest Lake, pulling into the parking lot of the Ranger Bar. A bright white marquee on the front indicated that the Ranger—a play on the nickname of the local high school—was open until 2:00 a.m. From the looks of the cars in the parking lot, it was apparent that the party was going plenty strong inside. Tomorrow was the Fourth of July, and a lot of people in the Forest Lake area were getting a head start.”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater

“the”
― Roger Stelljes, Deadly Stillwater