Quiet Kill Quotes
Quiet Kill
Sherlock said, “Are you daft. Listen you ape, I’m confident after I do some checking, I’ll find there are so many solid files of your crimes . . . . that it’ll get you hanged at least 7 times along with 113 years of jail. The sad part is you are at such a young age and so many crimes. Furthermore, the rate you’re going, you’re a dead ringer to becoming the uncrowned king in the world of crime! Sadly, it’s a crime to break the heart of the one who loves you. So to, by changing the name . . . . the face and the crimes of a person do not change. And as to my being scared of you, how I see things, to eradicate crime . . . . sometimes you have to die.”
“Listen detective,” Gogo’s voice got more threatening. “I want a $100,000
grand or you’re be sorry than ever before.”
Sherlock decided to play along with the caller’s wishes. “Okay, I gotcha. Where or when do you want me to drop it off?”
The caller pepped up, saying into the phone, “Now you’re talking. I knew you’d come around. Here’s what I want next….”
Sherlock was enraged over the caller’s wishful impossibility. There was no way in hell he would go to the length of gathering that amount of mullah by twelve o’clock tonight.
He quickly got The Fateful Troika together, three of the most intriguing detectives ever in the police department.
“So, what’s up,” Reacher said to Sherlock.
“I’m afraid there’s a potential seismic shift. By that I mean there is a fox in the henhouse.” Officer Buck: “What would it take to rid the problem?”
Reacher: “Buck is right—there must be a way to do that.”
“I gotcha,” said Sherlock. The matter at hand is, the perp claimed to have seen me shoot someone behind a building without provocation.”
Sherlock said, “Are you daft. Listen you ape, I’m confident after I do some checking, I’ll find there are so many solid files of your crimes . . . . that it’ll get you hanged at least 7 times along with 113 years of jail. The sad part is you are at such a young age and so many crimes. Furthermore, the rate you’re going, you’re a dead ringer to becoming the uncrowned king in the world of crime! Sadly, it’s a crime to break the heart of the one who loves you. So to, by changing the name . . . . the face and the crimes of a person do not change. And as to my being scared of you, how I see things, to eradicate crime . . . . sometimes you have to die.”
“Listen detective,” Gogo’s voice got more threatening. “I want a $100,000
grand or you’re be sorry than ever before.”
Sherlock decided to play along with the caller’s wishes. “Okay, I gotcha. Where or when do you want me to drop it off?”
The caller pepped up, saying into the phone, “Now you’re talking. I knew you’d come around. Here’s what I want next….”
Sherlock was enraged over the caller’s wishful impossibility. There was no way in hell he would go to the length of gathering that amount of mullah by twelve o’clock tonight.
He quickly got The Fateful Troika together, three of the most intriguing detectives ever in the police department.
“So, what’s up,” Reacher said to Sherlock.
“I’m afraid there’s a potential seismic shift. By that I mean there is a fox in the henhouse.” Officer Buck: “What would it take to rid the problem?”
Reacher: “Buck is right—there must be a way to do that.”
“I gotcha,” said Sherlock. The matter at hand is, the perp claimed to have seen me shoot someone behind a building without provocation.”