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" When Pike reached home, he stretched in the parking lot to cool, then peeled off his sweatshirt, deactivated the alarms, and let himself in. His condo was austere and functional with little in the way of decoration. Dining room set off the kitchen; couch, chair, and coffee table in the living room; a flat-screen television for sports and news. A black stone meditation fountain burbled in the corner. Pike found peace in the natural sound, as if he were alone in the forest. Pike "
― Robert Crais , The Sentry (Elvis Cole, #14; Joe Pike, #3)
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" Pike moved along the side of the house, looking into each window he passed, and checking for signs of tampering. The first room appeared to be a guest bedroom, and the next was the kitchen. The bedroom appeared undisturbed, but Pike’s view was limited. He saw dirty dishes, three empty beer bottles, and a cutting board on the kitchen counter. Pike told himself the dishes indicated Wilson and Dru planned to return home, but the goat heads and flies hung over him like battlefield smoke. After "
― Robert Crais , The Sentry (Elvis Cole, #14; Joe Pike, #3)
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" Daniel reloaded, tucked away his gun, then took out the satellite phone. The cell stations were out all over the city, but the sat phone worked great. He checked the time, hit the speed dial, then waited for a link. It always took a few seconds. In that time, he stood taller, straightened himself, and resumed his normal manner. When the connection was made, Daniel reported. “Tolliver James is dead. He didn’t provide anything useful.” Daniel listened for a moment before responding. “No, sir, they’re gone. That much is confirmed. James was a good bet, but I don’t believe she told him anything.” He listened again, this time for quite a while. “No, sir, that is not altogether true. There are three or four people here I’d still like to talk to, but the storm has turned this place to shit. They’ve almost certainly evacuated. I just don’t know. It will take me a while to locate them.” More chatter from the other side, but then they were finished. “Yes, sir, I understand. You get yours, I get mine. I won’t let you down.” A last word from the master. “Yes, sir. Thank you. I’ll keep you informed.” Daniel shut the phone and put it away. “Asshole.” He "
― Robert Crais , The Sentry (Elvis Cole, #14; Joe Pike, #3)
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" They climbed out of their car as Pike pulled in, and were waiting with their badges when he stepped from the Jeep. The man was in his fifties, with a fleshy face, thinning red hair, and a blue summer-weight sport coat. The woman was fifteen years younger, with raven hair, black eyes, and a navy pants suit that hung as if she had recently lost weight. Her gun dimpled the coat at her waist, and she stood with her hand floating close as if she might have to draw. Nervous. Pike wondered what she had heard about him that left her so afraid. The "
― Robert Crais , The Sentry (Elvis Cole, #14; Joe Pike, #3)
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" Darkness towered above Joe Pike like an ominous black cloud. He did not know when or where he was, or how he came to be trapped here with this awful thing. He only knew the giant shadow would smother him with a darkness he could not escape. The shadow fell over him with the delicate grace of fog, but held him with the awful weight of concrete, a rising pool of blackness that would fill his mouth and nose and ears. Pike fought desperately to scramble away, but his arms and legs would not move. He strained to break free, grunting, hissing, spit and tears flying as his head whipped side to side. Pike did not know what it was, this shadow. He did not understand how it held him, or why he could not escape. It rose from the dark as always, and one day it would kill him . . . as he feared it had killed him before. "
― Robert Crais , The Sentry (Elvis Cole, #14; Joe Pike, #3)
