"Coming across an index case for a possible influenza pandemic was heady stuff. Best of all, it might keep him busy and occupied for a week."
"Mila has shown him he can live a better life. He has to behave himself, if he doesn’t want to go back to being a total loser."
"I think he’s a detective until the night he gets his dick out."
"Of all the thoughts that could have wandered into Pickett’s temporarily stunned mind, the foremost was: Did he actually walk through the locker room, showers, and pool dressed like that?"
"Quiet gentrified neighborhood and a cloud-covered sky at two in the morning, a perfect mix for breaking and entering."
"Burgdorf and von Dietelburg, those despicable Nazi bastards, are now on the loose, goddamn it!"
"We’re with the Chicago Police Department. There’s been some trouble on the corner here, and we’re asking questions in the neighborhood."
"My father wasn’t executed. You’ve been given erroneous information. My father died in a car accident two summers ago."
"When it all happened, I was no longer a young girl, but I still had the romanticism and sense of adventure of the debutante whose bright, pre-ordained future had been hijacked by the war...."
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