The Way To Write A Thriller Is

I Need A Stimulating Environment To Write Because My Books Are Driven At 100 Miles Per Hour At A Time.

Lone Women Shouldn't Stop In The Middle Of Nowhere For Giant Unkempt Strangers With Duct Tape On Their Faces.

This Was Like July 13th, 1943, The Pivotal Day Of The Battle Of The Kursk. We Were Like Alexander Vasilevsky, The Soviet General. If We Attacked Now, This Minute, We Had To Keep On And On Attacking Until The Enemy Was Run Off His Feet And The War Was Won. If We Bogged Down Or Paused For Breath Even For A Second, We Would Be Overrun Again.

The Third Guy Was Different. He Was What You Got When You Ate Squirrels For Four Generations. Smarter Than A Rat And Tougher Than A Goat, And Jumpier Than Either One.

You Do Not Mess With The Special Investigators.