Noir
Christopher Moore
"“Dog pizza,” said Sal, first thing when I walked in. He was wearing a black apron, a bow tie, and a white shirt with garters on the sleeves, looking like the type of bartender who gets shot in westerns."
"“Dog pizza,” said Sal, first thing when I walked in. He was wearing a black apron, a bow tie, and a white shirt with garters on the sleeves, looking like the type of bartender who gets shot in westerns."
"Tony DeMarco made a handsome living selling drugs, breaking bones, and, when the opportunity presented itself, sending a .22-caliber bullet ricocheting off the inside of a mark’s skull."
"In the course of his career, James Bond had been held up and threatened in this sort of way literally dozens of times—often, as now, by a total stranger."
"The veteran controller had worked planes with communications trouble, aircraft that had strayed off course, and even emergencies, but no one had ever disobeyed an instruction before."
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