The dialogue in Libra is pretty distinctive. It is often short snippets between two characters going back and forth for a while without a lot of dialogue tags. The real meaning of what the characters are saying is hardly ever on the surface. Take Wayne and Raymo in the car on the way to Dallas as an example: “I’m still absorbing this thing,” Wayne said, looking across at Raymo. “You read science fiction?” “Fucking crazy, Wayne?” “There’s a quality I used to feel before a night jump. Like is this actually happening?” “We’re talking this is real.” “I know it’s real.” “First they cancel Chicago right out. Then they do Miami without the motorcade. They know it’s real.” Wayne kept studying Raymo, occasionally darting a look at the road. The car was tight and quiet, beautifully behaved. “Like we’re racing across the night,” he said, mock-hysterical. “They’re paying some nice money. Think of you’re doing a day’s work.” “Like we’re hand-picked men on the biggest miss