Sean Higgins Quotes

Anyone who expects fairness in this life is seriously misinformed.

shoulder again and she was laughing. “You can rot in hell, Dillon.” Dillon said, “For God’s sake, no,” and half-slipped to the floor. “Now don’t be silly, old friend, make it easy on yourself. Just get up.” Which Dillon did, at the same time he was drawing the Colt from the ankle holster, ramming the muzzle into the side of Rupert Dauncey’s head, and pulling the trigger. There was an explosion of bone fragments and blood, the hollow point cartridge doing its work, and Dauncey dropped the Walther and fell back against the side of the door. Dillon pushed and sent him out into space. He grabbed at the Airstair door and closed it. He turned and found that Kate Rashid had put the Eagle on automatic and was reaching for her purse. She took out a small pistol, but he lunged, wrestled it from her, and tossed it to the back of the plane. She was hysterical with rage and

Very convenient. Anything else?’ ‘Not really. I’m sure, for instance, that you haven’t the slightest interest in a Berger International flight into the Isle of Man, carrying one Marco Rossi.’ Dillon laughed. ‘Well, imagine that.’ ‘If it’s a sea voyage he’s planning, he’s in for a rough ride. Tomorrow and tomorrow night, there’ll be rain squalls and high seas. You’ll know you’re out there!’ ‘Should be interesting.’ ‘Do you have a game plan, Sean?’ ‘Yeah, the game plan is to blow the hell out of the Mona Lisa and deposit two million quid’s worth of arms on the floor of the Irish Sea.’ ‘What about the crew? I’ve got a Captain Martino listed here and five others: Gomez, Fabio, Arturo somebody, an Enrico, a Sancho. You’re going to kill them all, Sean?’ ‘Why not? They’re a reasonable facsimile of scum. They’ve run everything from heroin to human beings, I’m told, and now arms. They shouldn’t have joined if they didn’t want the risk.’ ‘Fine by me. I’ll stay in touch. Speak to you tomorrow.’ ‘Good, but stay on the Berger case. I’m convinced Rossi was responsible for Sara Hesser’s death.’ ‘I’ll see what I can do.’ Oban was enveloped in mist and rain. Beyond Kerrera, the waters looked disturbed in the Firth of Lorn, and clouds draped across the mountain tops. ‘I’ve said it before,’ Billy moaned. ‘What a bloody awful place. I mean, it rains all the bleeding time.’ ‘No, Billy, it rains six days a week.’ Dillon turned to Ferguson. ‘Am I right, General?’ ‘You usually are, Dillon.’ ‘Good. Please join me in the wheelhouse.’ There was a flap to one side of the instrument panel and he pressed a button. Inside was a fuse box and some clips screwed into place. He opened one of the weapons bags, took out a Browning with a twenty-round magazine protruding from its butt. He clipped it into place and added a Walther in the other clips. ‘Ace in the hole.’ He closed the flap. ‘My goodness, you do mean business,’ Ferguson said. ‘I always did, Charles. Now let’s go ashore and eat.’ The early darkness of the far north was against them

Selim?” “Dropped in at Kuwait twelve hours ago, collected his car and set off north. It’s a long, hard drive to Baghdad these days, Sean. Sharif is meeting you at the hotel early evening.” “Thanks.” “Have fun.” Dillon replaced the phone. Billy said, “What was that?” Dillon told him. Billy was highly amused. “What are we going to do about Novikova? Have a drink in the bar?” “Who

were not too important, mostly minor attachés of one kind or another; the big fish were either in Brussels already or on the way

Baxter and Sam Hall. ‘I’ll have a large Scotch, I’m

billeted

mind and went

up to fifty thousand pounds for Miller’s death.”     VOLKOV OBVIOUSLY CALLED the Broker about it, too, because it wasn’t much more

stomach as he stood to the side.

Life is an on-going nervous breakdown culminating in death.

His barge has obviously been spirited away by Charles Ferguson, who has also had his criminal

The PIRA were clients, and their money was good, which was all that mattered, for he was never a man to make judgments. Sitting opposite

tried to straighten it. “I must look a mess,” she said and smiled.

and closed his eyes, thinking about it.      

think the great American public would be pleased.

THERE IS an old saying that in Belfast it rains five days out

A raving loony. She must be,” Billy

reached

and remember what Somerset Maugham said. ‘To dine well in England it’s necessary to have breakfast three times a day.

Midnight

Am I playing the game or is the game playing me?

Just like Adolf Hitler, when you think of it. The villain who is so outrageous that you can laugh at him becomes tolerated by the public. Which is when he becomes most dangerous[...]

He produced a black plastic box with a

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