“Everything changed, and eleven months later, here I was in the middle of the night with a gungho major, playing secret agent, hoping some Frenchie didn't put a bullet in my skull before I gave the Germans and Italians their… — James R. Benn Copy Share Image
“If prayer flew as quickly as gossip, all the saints in heaven could not keep up with it.” — James R. Benn Copy Share Image
“He always said the best chance for a hands-on killer to leave a clue was at the last moment of contact, when the deed had been done. Before that, the murderer was likely on high alert, conscious of every move, waiting for the moment to strike. Then, with the victim dead or dying, the killer might let down his guard… — James R. Benn Copy Share
“Everything changed, and eleven months later, here I was in the middle of the night with a gungho major, playing secret agent, hoping some… — James R. Benn Copy Share Image
“I looked like a million bucks. An unarmed million bucks, which isn't necessarily the best combination.” — James R. Benn Copy Share Image
“I kicked off my shoes, tossed my jacket onto the chair, loosened my tie, and closed my eyes for about half an hour. Catnaps… — James R. Benn Copy Share Image
“Watching Dad figure things out was like watching an artist paint a picture. He used to say an investigation was a lot like art,… — James R. Benn Copy Share Image
“Except for a roll of Harding's eyes, everyone ignored me, which is the way I liked it when I had to hang around with… — James R. Benn Copy Share Image
“Just like I was hooked the first time I worked a homicide. I knew then that I was different from everyone else, set apart… — James R. Benn Copy Share Image
“There it was, a sign above a shop that said 221B BAKER STREET. My mouth hung open. I looked around at the ordinary street… — James R. Benn Copy Share Image
