She's at the house for a few minutes, and she leaves again. One officer stays at the house to keep surveillance, and I follow her.

All I knew is he was wanted by the Marine Corps and had been for a substantial amount of time. His reason, their reasons, that's not my concern. It's not my job to judge these people. It's just my job to take them into custody.

In my line of work, everybody you catch was on their way to give up.

Where others saw gloom, I saw light or lit a candle.

Rosy lifted her arm, tried to say something, then pointed at the cafe, held her head, covered her mouth and—humiliation of humiliations—she began to cry. Right there in the street. “I’m so confused,” she said but it came out as a great honking wail.
“Come here, you silly girl,” Phyllis said.
The woman put her arms around Rosy, patted her back, and for the first time in forever, Rosy allowed herself to just cry.
A young mother with twins in a pram passed them. The children’s eyes tracked Rosy for a second before their faces crumpled and they started to cry too.
“I’m sorry,” Rosy said, and flapped her arms. “I’m sorry.

War is nothing more than organized insanity. That's why crazy and unexpected tactics work most of the time. When they don't, we won't live to tell about it.