The Way To Write A Thriller Is

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.

Anecdotally His Fitness Reports Rated Him Well Above Average In The Classroom, Excellent In The Field, Fluently Bilingual In English And French, Passable In Spanish, Outstanding On All Man-portable Weaponry, And Beyond Outstanding At Hand-to-hand Combat. Susan Knew What That Last Rating Meant. Like Having A Running Chainsaw Thrown At You

The British Regulatory System Was Revised, So That Bigger Profits Were Encouraged, Which Removed The Option Of Big Spending On Programming. Quality Just Fell Off A Cliff, And All The Old Hands Either Left Or Were Fired For Being Too Expensive.

I Don't Know What The Secret Is When I Am Writing It - It Really Is A Surprise To Me.

Hit Them Fast, Hit Them Hard, And Hit Them A Lot.