Quotes About Suspicion

SCHIFFER WAS LEAVING, Dannon asked Carver to do a serious look around the yard. One of the radar buzzers had been going off, Dannon said, and he hadn't been able to isolate why. "Probably another goddamn skunk," Carver said. He pulled his jacket back on and went to look.

Murdered? Somebody murdered him?" Palmer was agog. A thin, soft man with a pitted nose and a bald, bumpy egg-shaped head dotted with dime-sized freckles, he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt that said, "NSA, Our Customer Service Pledge: You Talk, We Listen.

The woman had thick plastic glasses and looked up at them, eyes large as eggs behind the lenses, and asked, "Jeez, who got murdered?

be somebody dead . . . maybe

We heard that you think somebody might try to hit Mrs. Bowden. Is that right?" Monroe asked, as he unlocked Palmer's front door. "We don't know the exact situation, but it's worrisome," Lucas said.

Lucas was forced to admit it: "No. Not absolutely sure. But pretty sure. The other possibility is that the people who paid for the porn to be dumped on Porter Smalls, knowing that doing so involves a number of felonies, are breaking the link between themselves and the pornography. Breaking the link very professionally. I did the obvious: I looked for professional killers. The only ones I could find"—Lucas nodded at Carver and Dannon—"are employed by you.

It's okay with us," Dannon said, and now there was something in his eye, a little spark of pleasure, a job well done. Lucas thought, This isn't good.

When it comes to being around women, I wouldn't trust that guy further than I could spit a Norwegian rat," Lucas had grumbled.

And so this could prove that these two highly trained killers were involved with the porn, and we know for sure that they've got guns." "Uh-huh." Virgil thought about that and said, "Okay.

So they were here sometime before ten, but we don't know how long before, and they were gone before eleven," Robertson said. Robertson was sartorially distinct from his partner, wearing a blue-striped Façonnable long-sleeved dress shirt, dark blue slender jeans with the cuffs rolled up a half inch, and tan lace-up shoes; Lucas envied him the shoes. "We have a call on Likely's phone, to Baker, at nine o'clock, so he was alive then.

The more he worked around the PPPI, the more he got the feeling that he was onto something. People were lying to him, misdirecting him. He couldn't exactly put a finger on why he thought that, but he'd learned the hard way not to ignore even unsupported intuition.

Maybe even put out the word that we suspect Smalls of some kind of disinformation campaign." Taryn stood and walked a few steps down the hall, then back, and a few steps up the hall, and back.

murdered, and that a

He glanced at her: "Sure. You guys must be really close." She was blunt: "Close enough to get your ass fired if you're suggesting that Colles and I are sleeping together." "I wasn't suggesting that," he muttered, rapidly backing off. "Try harder not to suggest it," she said; her tone did everything but smear blood on the windshield. (Page 16)

I know. I'll tell you what, when you spend your life doing investigations, you become wary of coincidences. Because they happen. It's possible that there was a dirty trick, followed by two killings, at a critical moment in a political campaign, and it's all purely a coincidence that the person who most benefits had two killers standing around. I personally am not ready to believe that.

Did she tell you I set puppies on fire, too?" Vann asked. "She did not," I said. "It may have been implied.

I'm a 'the glass is half-empty and filled with poison' kind of guy, actually

It's conspiracy mongering." "I agree. But not all conspiracies crop up because someone forgot to adjust their tinfoil hat, ma'am. Sometimes they're part of a disinformation campaign.

I'm a 'the glass is half-empty and filled with poison' kind of guy, actually," Wilson said.

He had know guys all his life who gave him that feeling. Even as a kid. People who were always lying, even when they didn't have to.

Maybe-- maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure-- never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself?

A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn't say you wore a beard because you liked a beard. People didn't like you for telling the truth. You had to say you had a scar so you couldn't shave.

Here is the node, you who hate change and fear revolution. Keep these two squatting men apart; make them hate, fear, suspect each other. Here is the anlage of the thing you fear. This is the zygote. For here 'I lost my land' is changed; a cell is split and from its splitting grows the thing you hate--'We lost *our* land.

Liza had a finely developed sense of sin Idleness was a sin, and card playing, which was a kind of idleness to her. She was suspicious of fun whether it involved dancing or singing or even laughter. She felt that people having a good time were wide open to the devil. And this was a shame, for Samuel was a laughing man, but I guess Samuel was wide open to the devil. His wife protected him whenever she could.