"What had been concrete one day proved sand the next; strength was illusion; faith meant shit. So what? So his once-bright world had devolved to cold, wet fog. That was life, the new order. Johnny had nothing to trust but himself, so that's the way he rolled——his path, his choices, and no looking back."
Chap. 2, p. 25

"Looking at the boy [Johnny] and at his desperate conviction, Hunt felt a great sadness. He was he department's lead on Alyssa's disappearance. He'd spent months, lost touch with his own family until his wife, in despair and quiet rage, had finally left him. And for what? Alyssa was gone, so gone they'd be lucky to find her remains."
Chap. 3, p. 37

"Johnny saw a shower of sparks, the top of a car and a motorcycle that cartwheeled once before the body came over the rail. One of the legs...