Quotes from Lee Goldberg

Fried chicken and sweet-and-sour pork together. The only thing that could possibly make this place any better is if they served pizza and donuts, too," Duncan said as they ate at one of the four tables in the place. "This is good eatin'.

Of course not. It's all on you. I'm the fat old guy who has been here for decades, proven he's a stand-up guy, and is on his way out. I'm blameless. You're the young, attractive publicity whore who doesn't care how many careers you have to ruin, or deputies you have to kill, to get to the top." "My God, is that what people are actually saying?

I know I look like I'd rather be outside surfing, or climbing a mountain, or running a marathon than sitting here with you, but don't be fooled. I'm as serious about my job as you are about yours," he said. "I'm only asking for another thirty minutes today. What's the big rush?

Eve looked at Greta and wondered if she was seeing her future, moving halfway across the country and spending her days cleaning up after death. Then again, wasn't that what she was doing now, only without the soap and sponge?

slap the word vintage on a ratty t-shirt, a rusted refrigerator, a dented Pontiac, or an old pair of reading glasses and suddenly it wasn't an outdated, beat-up, broken piece of crap; it was stylish. It was hot. It was cutting edge.

The assassin wore only a Speedo and his lean body was slathered with sunscreen that made him smell like a baked coconut.

Eventually, he drove through a cleft between two rocky hills, what Ronnie called "Mother Nature's Glorious Cleavage," into a hidden clearing where a ramshackle compound had been built.

Darrow was obviously struggling to create a story where there wasn't one yet. Eve didn't blame her for that. If Eve had her way, Darrow wouldn't have to wait long. Every corpse, even one that was just scattered bones for now, had a story. It was Eve's job to find it.

completely," he said. "She closed her eyes through most

Bullshit. You got where you are by leveraging your media exposure from that YouTube video. Then you solved a triple murder and pulled off a daring rescue, adding a narrative spine to your story. It was a brilliant use of social media.

Jen ended up as a single parent with three children fathered by three different men who were in the entertainment industry, too. Eve spent her teenage years trying to bring order to the chaos at home, raising her two younger siblings while her mom was off chasing roles and men. Eve resented her mother, her absentee father, and Hollywood for stealing her childhood.

Of course he did, she thought, because that might reduce the heat from the media, and the public, over the deaths at the house, the car chase, and the shooting at the supermarket before any outrage over the violent outcome came to a boil.

You want me dead? Next time, pretend to be a man and come at me yourself. Don't get someone else to do it for you." Duncan let go of Collier's arm, got to his feet, and stared down the men around them. "You boys have something you want to say?

I saw you on TV." Jen had a scratchy voice that men found sexy. She got it by smoking Marlboros for years. Eve wondered if men would still find her mom's voice so sexy when she was dragging around an oxygen tank. "It's smart of you to stay in the public eye.

The truth, that I haven't heard from you since your press conference. What kind of daughter doesn't call her mother after a lunatic blows his brains out in her living room?

They have sex so loud it scares our dog. I wanted to call you about it, but my wife says it's not a crime. Is it?

and got dressed

may have been the nicest thing anyone had said to Eve since she'd become a homicide detective. She wasn't alone. She wasn't hated by everybody. There were people she could trust, who cared about her even if they didn't actually know her. Eve

It wasn't guilt over taking a life that shook him up and it wasn't because he was afraid of consequences he might face. It was the realization that he was something he wasn't before. Before he was a screenwriter and an author. Now he was also a killer.

The rape was horrible, but being ignored by you was like being violated again," Albert said, his anger building once more. "It tore her apart.

He let go of the poker and scrambled away.

You don't know how lucky you are to have Hollywood knocking on your door. If someone wanted to make a movie about me, I'd quit this job in a nanosecond, move to Hawaii, and spend my days on the beach.

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