Quotes from Laura Griffin

Maybe she hired Black." Dani tried

One room, two beds, babe. That's the best I can do.

For a man who claimed he didn't have much patience, he'd given her oceans of it. He

She hated the powerlessness. The feeling of weakness always lurking beneath the surface, making her confidence seem phony, making her feel like a fraud. Other people in her profession went about the whir of life so nonchalantly, and their ease had always felt alien to her. It made her feel estranged from everyone else. How could people see what they saw—especially social workers and beat cops who saw everything—and not be consumed with anger all the time? How did they do it? Tara

Hear what?" "Ric's at the hospital. Mia's having the baby." "What? He didn't call me!" "He didn't call anyone. The man ran out of here like his hair was on fire.

He wouldn't move an inch to eat or sleep or even take a piss as he looked out over a road or a valley, the invisible guardian angel to dozens of young troops. Protection was a waiting game, and even some highly skilled marksmen weren't cut out for it. Beside

She was well aware that some people—particularly the older guys—thought she'd only been promoted to detective because she was a woman. It was possible they were right. But she'd worked her ass off, too.

He didn't want to believe that her broken engagement had anything to do with his good mood. And he damn sure didn't want to think it had anything to do with his recently rediscovered ability to do his job well.

I don't know what this is!" "I do. This is me being framed for murder.

You look skeptical," she said. "I was born skeptical." "You

It's just . . . You never think it can happen to you. And then when it does, you know anything can happen to you." She

he couldn't believe he was feeling this way now about a woman with purple hair and a rap sheet. About

And you can cry all you want, honey, but just let me know ahead of time so I can change your margarita to a double.

She'd envisioned her next meeting with him countless times, and every vision was the same: Alex would be somewhere—preferably at a bar surrounded by men—looking sexy, but uninterested. Troy would be there, too, looking tortured and desperate to win her back.

She'd been played all along. Once again, the dumb blonde. "Marco

I understand fear better than anybody. Part I don't understand is giving in without a fight.

Children from violent households made great lie detectors because their ability to read people and situations wasn't just a hobby—it was a survival skill. The

he was amazingly tight-lipped, even for a guy. He was guarded, taciturn, which was probably hell on anyone in a relationship with him.

I don't work for you. I work for the American taxpayers, who have spent years training me to protect and defend this country.

what he really disliked were people who thought they were above the law. The law was the law, and no one was exempt.

Because as good a cop as he was, as good a man as he was, he could be infuriating. And controlling. And arrogant.

It's barely sprinkling." He smiled. "Don't be a wuss." "I'm absolutely a wuss. I need coffee.

And he made her a lot of things but not uncomfortable. Nervous, maybe. Lustful, yes. Sometimes even a little stupid. But not uncomfortable.

Hey, you know the difference between an porcupine and a Porshe?" She gave him a wary look. "What?" "A porcupine has pricks on the outside.