crime

What's the best place to hide a car? In an airport long-term lot. Like where's the best place to hide a grain of sand? On the beach

No matter which way you dice it, self-preservation is selfish.

Well, sir to say that when the impossible has been eliminated, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth, is to make the assumption, usually justified, that everything that is to be considered has indeed been considered. Let us suppose we have considered ten factors. Nine are clearly impossible. Is the tenth, however improbable, therefore true? What if there were an eleventh factor, and a twelfth, & a thirteenth...

Your mother is holding your hand too tightly. You whimper and cling to her dress, because you know what will happen next. She stares at you, as if she's forgotten how to blink. There's one last glimpse of her face before she bundles you into the cupboard under the stairs. 'Don't make a sound,' she hisses, 'don't even breathe.' Darkness smothers you as the key twists in the lock. There's a chance that he won't find you, cowering on the floor, between the broom and floor mops, a stack of wellington boots.

It's goddamned funny in this police racket how an old woman can look out of a window and see a guy running and pick him out of a line-up six months later, but we can show hotel help a clear photo and they just can't be sure.''That's one of the qualifications for good hotel help,' I said.

Do it once and do it right and do it quickly

Hunter let go of JJ who started dusting his jacket with both hands. __ook at what you__e done to my suit man, these things don__ come cheap you know._ Garcia checked his pocket change. __ere._ He extended his hand towards JJ. __ dollar ninety-five. Go buy another one.

A wedge of sunlight slipped over the edge of the desk and fell noiselessly to the carpet.

The scraps of information she__ gathered knocked against each other, like balls in a pinball machine in one of the arcades on the front. Secrets drew her in every time _ the unsaid.

Fuck you! Someone has tortured and killed one of your girls and you couldn__ give a damn? I thought you were supposed to protect them, to be their guardian. Isn__ that what pimps do?_ Garcia__ face flared red.

Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain.

My heart is an empty refrigerator.

Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow - James Matthew Barrie

Trap is a four-letter word, and like so many four-letter words it can mean something entirely else.--Hugo Anstead

I'm not paid to feel. Just fix."- Sydney Chang

How men fear the chaos of the world, I thought, and the yawning eternity hereafter. So we build patterns to explain its terrible mysteries and reassure ourselves we are safe in this world and beyond.

The Sunday morning choir raised their voices to fever pitch with another gospel tune. Slurring voices filled with thick drawls of the local accent. The choir a mix of young girls her own age, alongside elderly women, with a few men thrown in for good measure. The old ladies wore tight gray buns and librarian glasses. Could they have ever been young? Could their husbands have?

The larger crimes are apt to be the simpler, for the bigger the crime, the more obvious, as a rule, is the motive.