" Jonathan said, “We’ll discuss the team’s progress and direction. I want you to be a part of that meeting. I don’t want you to feel left out.” I said, “You don’t have to handle me, Jonathan.” “I know that, son. I respect you.” I recovered my gun, then we stepped out into the plaza and a wall of people and cameras and microphones surged forward and enveloped us. I thought that maybe this wasn’t the jail anymore and maybe I wasn’t me. Maybe I’d stepped through Calvin and Hobbes’s transmogrifier and I was no longer a detective and Green was no longer a lawyer. Maybe we had just discovered life on Titan. Maybe we had found the cure for AIDS and were about to tell the world. Why else would so many people be here shouting questions? "
― Robert Crais , Sunset Express (Elvis Cole, #6)