Elmore Leonard: Out of Sight

"I'm sorry, Jack, but I can't shoot you."

"You just did, for Christ sake."

"You know what I mean." She said, "I want you to know I think you're a cool guy. I never for a minute felt you were too old for me." She said, "I'm afraid, though, thirty years from now I'll feel different about it. I'm sorry, Jack, I really am."

The poor guy, he looked like he was in pain.

Eight in the morning talking to her dad, Karen said, "They don't know yet if they want to bring him up on the homicides. I doubt if they will. The Bureau's put a detainer on him, so when they're through with him here he'll go back to Florida."

"Wouldn't it be something if they sent you to get him."

"It's possible."

"Have a nice time with him on the plane-like picking up where your interlude, or whatever you call it, left off. And then throw him in the can."

"He knew what he was doing," Karen said.

"Nobody forced him to rob banks. You know the old saying, don't commit the crime if you can't do the time."

"My little girl," her dad said, "the tough babe."