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61 " He remembered his agreement with Darby and felt a sudden claustrophobia. He’d have to deal with that when the time came. "
― Gregg Andrew Hurwitz , The Tower
62 " the three monkeys of lore; "
63 " Travers shot Jade a look of annoyance when he began to chew on an ice cube. He, of course, didn’t notice. "
64 " Oh my god!” Travers exclaimed. “See no evil, hear no evil— "
65 " A hand appeared in the thin light and lifted one photograph from the desk. It was a picture of Jade stooping over Linda Johnson’s battered body, his eyes gazing at nothing in particular, yet seeming completely focused. It was an impossibly intense gaze, like that of a prophet descended from a mountain summit. The last three fingers of Jade’s left hand were steeped in the bloody pool of Linda Johnson’s mouth. The photograph also captured the horrified expression of an FBI agent in the background. "
66 " He works on instinct, Agent Travers.” “Does instinct include touching evidence without gloves? And looking like Charlie Manson on crack?” “Sometimes. Perhaps. I don’t think one really knows. "
67 " Why are you so committed to him?” “BECAUSE HE SUCCEEDS,” Wotan boomed, causing Travers to jump back in her chair. "
68 " Travers was still stunned. She had never heard Wotan raise his voice, let alone yell. She didn’t move a muscle. "
69 " Tony smiled broadly as he pushed past Jade and walked into the entranceway. “There’s these two sperm swimming. And they’re exhausted. They’ve been at it forever, seems like hours. Finally, one turns to the other and says, ‘Hey! How much longer we got?’ Other sperm looks back at him and says. ‘Who you kidding? We just got past the esophagus!’ ” His laughter started as soon as he finished the joke. "
70 " Wotan sat for a while with his hand covering the slug on the desk. “Do you think he’s effective?” he finally asked. Travers threw up her hands, frustrated. “Yes,” she confessed. “I do.” “Do you think he’s getting close?” “Yes.” “Then with whom exactly are you arguing, Agent Travers?” Travers opened her mouth, then thought better of it and closed it again. She looked at Wotan, but the room seemed to fade into darkness around the massive desk. She rose to leave. "
71 " The doorbell rang and he went to answer it, still holding the knife in his hand. Travers stood on the porch looking out at the street, a newspaper in her hand. She wore a pair of jeans and a white shirt, loosely tucked in. He recognized the shirt from the last time she’d come over. Not a woman much interested in clothes, he decided. Her hair was still pulled back in a ponytail, but several strands had escaped and curved down the side of one cheek. She turned to face him, and the morning sun shone across her blond hair, catching its golden highlights. She smiled, lips parting back from perfect white teeth. "
72 " It’s a parapraxis, a classic Freudian slip. ‘Little Hans!’ Freud’s most famous case study about the boy— "
73 " He’d awakened screaming himself hoarse and his mother had rushed in and pressed his face to her bosom and made the clowns go away. His father had flicked on the light switch and stood in the doorway, his fists clenched in impotent anger and unfulfilled rage. Tears had traced a path down his face. "
74 " I guess that’s the challenge, huh?” Travers said, continuing to flip through the notebook. "
75 " Now that hurts. I’m sorry to say it, Cyprus, but you’re off my Christmas-card list.” Greener checked his sheet. “Love to shoot the shit with you all day, farm boy, but I gots some grits to deliver.” Smiling, he rode the elevator out of view. "
76 " Travers didn’t say anything, but she nodded in agreement. Jade silently thanked her for being quiet. He needed quiet right now. "
77 " You’d better pray you didn’t touch her,” Earl said, his voice lowering to a snarl. “I don’t pray,” Allander replied. “And I did touch her. "
78 " The therapy had at first yielded no results, no reactions from the catatonic child. "
79 " It’s fine, Mr. Marlow. I’m used to it. About twenty years of people looking at me with . . . with those eyes. ‘From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept a hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death,’ ” she said in a purposefully deepened and dramatic voice. She was speaking loudly, louder than Jade had heard her speak before. "
80 " Yes, yes,” he answered eagerly, ignoring Jade’s sarcasm. “I would be honored to help you, my dear Tracker. I confess ‘I am a gentleman and a gamester, for both are the varnish of a complete man.’ "