# Thr3e

Thr3e is the critically acclaimed 2003 suspense novel by bestselling Christian fiction/thriller author Ted Dekker. For the not-so-critically acclaimed film adaptation, see Thr3e (film)

## Kevin Parson

In thoughts: Let's toast life, comrades. We have faced the enemy and we have survived the bomb blast by the Wal-Mart. -pg. 26
I'm Kevin Parson, the kid killer who blew up Long Beach!
On Balinda: I didn't know there were animals called cats until I was nine because she thought cats were evil. I didn't know about evil until I was eleven.
I am my sin! (insert page number)
Kill me! I hate you!

## Richard Slater

i love you kevin.
What wants to be filled but will always be empty? I'll give you a hint-it's not your head and wikipedia is useless. true....
Written on Sticky Note Attached to Kevin's Car: 3+3=6. Four down, two to go. You know how I like threes, Kevin. Time's running out. Shame, shame, shame. A simple confession would do, but you force my hand. Who escapes their prison but is captive still? I'll give you a hint: it isn't you. 6 A.M.
-pg. 276
In Thoughts: It's one thing to wonder which unnamed citizens might be the next to discover a bomb under their bed; it's more disturbing to know that Miss Sally Jane, who lives on Stars and Stripes Street and buys her groceries at Albertson's is locked up in a cage, waiting desperately for Kevin Parson to fess up. -pg. 285
On Balinda: Kevin, I have a woman with me who wants to hold you, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why.
On Balinda: I sort of admire her. If you're going to live in a fantasy world, you might as well go with the whole enchilada, right?
Don't drift off to Mommy's Land of Froot-Loops now, Kevin!
You're just like me, Kevin! And you'll never change! Never!

## Samantha "Sam" Sheer

On Slater: His kind is powerless on their own. And if you look to your Maker, you'll find the strength to slay 1,000 Slaters.

## Agent Jennifer Peters

On Slater: He wants a game. We'll give him a game.

## Dr. John Francis

On the Natures of Man: I suppose you could call me Slater-John-Samantha.

## Balinda Parson

On Raising Children: Isolate them with the truth and they will shine like stars.

## Ted Dekker as Narrator

On Slater: He had done quite a lot of things over the years, some terrible, some splendid. What do you call tipping a waitress a buck more than she deserves? What do you call tossing a kid a baseball after he accidentally throws it over your fence? Splendid, splendid.
The terrible things are too obvious to dwell on.
On Slater: These are the things he likes: Darkness. Dampness. Chocolate sundaes with equal portions of ice cream and fudge.
Oh, and he likes fascination.
On Slater: He is the Dark Man.
Someone famous should write a comic book about him.
On Jennifer's Dislike of Detective Paul Milton: If hundreds of people weren't watching, she would have rammed his tie down his throat.

## Dialogue

    Kevin: olla mi amigo
    Slater: How are you doing, my old friend? Quite well, from what I can gather. How nice.
    Kevin: I...I'm sorry. I don't think-
    Slater: It doesn't matter if you know me. I know you. In fact, if you really think you're cut out for this seminary foolishness, I must say I know you better than you know yourself.
    Kevin: I don't know who you think you are, but I don't have a clue what you're talking-
    Slater: Don't be stupid! Forgive me, I really don't mean to yell, but you're not listening to me. It's time to quit pretending, Kevin. You may think you have the whole world fooled, but you don't have me fooled. It's time to let the cat out of the bag. And I'm going to help you do it.
    Kevin: Who...who is this?"
    Slater: You like games, don't you, Kevin?
    Kevin: Okay. Enough. I don't know what-
    Slater: Enough? Enough? No, I don't think so. This game is just starting. Only this one is not like the games you play with everyone else, Kevin. This one's for real. Will the real Kevin Parson please stand up? I thought about killing you, but I've decided this will be so much better. This...this will destroy you. You may call me Richard Slater. Ring any bells? Actually, I prefer Slater. And here's the game Slater would like to play. I will give you exactly three minutes to call the newspaper and confess your sin, or I will blow that silly Sable you call a car sky-high.
    Kevin: Sin? What are you talking about?
    Slater: That's the question, isn't it? I knew you'd forget, you stupid brick. Do you like riddles? Here's a riddle to jog your mind: What falls but never breaks? What breaks but never falls?
    Kevin: What? What's-
    Slater: Three minutes, Kevin. Starting...now. Let the games begin. -pgs. 8-9
    Jennifer: Who's the President?
    Eugene Parson: Eisenhower.
    Jennifer: Of course. Because Reagan and the Bushes and Clinton aren't worthy, right?
    Eugene: Everyone knows it's Eisenhower. We don't go along with the pretenders.
    Jennifer: And who won the World Series last year?
    Eugene: Baseball isn't played anymore.
    Jennifer: Of course. Trick question.
    Samantha: I have a theory.
    Slater: Of course. The classic hero-stalls-the-killer-with-the-"I have a theory"-routine. Shut it, Columbo.