Quotes About Suspicion

It's like you're reading a book and every time someone's tearing the pages.

You've been acting freaky. Are you high? Can I have some if you are?

When Courtney appeared from the hallway, a whisper of a smile emerged on her eerily familiar face; Spencer's legs dissolved into Jell-O. Aria let out a small squeak.

Except . . . that would put her in Scarlet's bedroom. She'd instantly become a suspect. But saying nothing made her feel even worse—it was probably a huge crime to lie to a police officer, right?

I know you saw something. Why else would you guys run? - Mr. Mercer

Detective Quinlan, I think I know who killed my sister." ... "That's interesting. I was just coming back here to tell you the same thing... Emma.

She thought about how Chase had looked at her at Scarlet's funeral reception—like she was the worst person on earth. And the fact that he hadn't reached out to her at all this week. Just as she was worried that Scarlet had somehow contacted Camille before she died, she feared that Scarlet had told Chase, too. It could explain why he'd stayed away from her.

That was Sanjay Banerjee... He just found Nisha facedown in their swimming pool. She's dead. - Mr. Mercer

Anybody's who's that obsessed with solving someone's murder obviously has something to hide.

Crime writers, I've noticed, can be jumpy. They live in a world where there are murderers on the loose and they haven't been caught yet!

For the past few years I've been on a quest to find a good definition of the imagination. To begin with, the task is rendered difficult by the general suspicion on the part of many decent Muggles1 that the imagination—loosely understood as the image-making faculty—is somehow evil or at least something we're supposed to grow out of.

It takes me less than a minute to pick a pin-tumbler lock, but in that minute, anyone could wander into the hallway and say, "Sky, are you picking the lock on your mother's office?" Dad. I swear I have the nosiest family of all time. First Charles, now Dad. Couldn't anyone just mind their own business while I skulked around suspiciously?

The cynics are right nine times out of ten.

The hours of the morning between breakfast and lunch were the time which the inhabitants of Riseholme chiefly devoted to spying on each other.

One of the things cops learn first is that everyone lies. Some people to hide things, some people just for the hell of it, but everyone lies. Assume that everyone is hiding something, it saves time.

Something stinks here, and this time, it's not just him.

She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.

He could shake your hand and stab you in the back at the same time.

He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife?

Every time I see you, I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall. I feel uncomfortable every time I see you, and every time we talk, my throat tickles.

I think O.J. protests too much. Not only did he say he didn't carve the holiday turkey, but he was in the back yard practicing his golf swing the whole time.

First time it's a stranger. Second time its just a coincidence. Third time it's a tail

Was it still paranoia if all his fears were justified?

Nina," Luke said finally. "Nina was the other traitor." "Yes," Mr. Talbot said.