...in his atelier (pg. 291) -- an artist's or designer's studio or workroom.
Like my pal Scanlon says, 'The camel shits. The caravan moves on.' (pg. 221) -- That's life!
"the lid on the gas tank was controlled by the door locks. To fill it with gas, you had to unlock the car doors. (pg. 257 -- Rich art dealer, can't afford to have someone hook up a separate switch for the gas filler lid?
"What the drop?"..."Thirty feet, easy." (pg. 53)
...slamming into the the fan casing at about a hundred twenty miles an hour. (pg. 88) -- I couldn't believe a body would accelerate that quickly in so short a distance, but I did the math, and it seems to be correct. Huh.
"Looks like about fifty-five volts of electricity ran up the side of the...manhole cover... More than enough to kill you." (pg.92)
"...Usually it's only twenty or thirty volts, enough to give you a good scare..." (pg. 93) -- Hey, it's the amperage, not the voltage!