Sublime

“What’s the line? ‘Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean.’ ” “What’s that?” “Raymond Chandler. On how the private detective must be a man of honor. Of course, he had never been one. Dashiell Hammett was one, and he had different ideas.”

“Dr. Garrett Gibson, this is Mr. MacRae,” Merritt said, “who shouldn’t be standing, since he was just stabbed in an alley.”

He had been a lawman once, a deputy marshal in Colorado, not to mention the man who killed the man who killed motherfucking Jesse James, and he believed that he deserved more respect. This injustice would not stand. Kelley promised his underworld friends that he would take revenge, as soon as he possibly could, on the Oklahoma City police.

blond-haired and square-jawed, like a Norwegian clothing model, but not quite as tall as a Viking.

friend. I know a guy. Tall, bald, wears lots of earrings. Have a chat with him next—”

‘Say one thing for the First of the Magi, say he’s a cheating bastard,’ growled Logen.

“Quite professional,” the constable told Valentine, as he replaced the lock picks in his pocket. “I don’t know whether to commend you or arrest you. Where did you learn to do that?” Valentine sent a grin in Harry’s direction. “My employer.”