Quotes About Murder

Her killer wrote a note on that stationary. A note. Now Renquist's eyebrows lifted. Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?

By five A.M., her eyes were gritty and her head ached. The single hour's sleep she had managed to tuck in between sex and murder was beginning to wear on her.

Would you be shedding tears for McNab's dead body if he'd been screwing around on you?" Peabody pursed her lips. "Well, since I'd've been the one who killed him, I'd probably be shedding tears for me because you'd be arresting me. And that would really make me sad.

Murder doesn't leave anyone innocent. It shouldn't.

The huge cat, Galahad, was draped over the back of Eve's sleep chair like a drunk over a bar at last call. Since he'd spent several hours the night before attacking boxes, fighting with ribbon, and murdering discarded wrapping paper, she left him where he was so he could sleep it off.

Yeah, probably. Homicide: Our day starts when yours ends. Permanently." "You should sew that on a pillow.

Well, hell, Eve. If you need to run off to you dressmaker, or take your cat to therapy, Peabody and I can handle this minor matter of murder. Eve lips stretched in a vicious smile. Bite me, Casto.

Poison's generally a woman's weapon." "Sexist." "Statistics," she countered.

Murder did that. Took lives, crushed others, changed still others forever.

Spite, financial gain, thrills, emotional satisfaction. Murder always offered a reward. Why else would it remain so popular?

I'm tired of every time I have a moment with you, you put murder between us." "There is murder between us." "No. If anything, that's what brought us here. Is that the problem? You can't shed Lieutenant Dallas long enough to feel?" "That's who I am." "Then that's who I want.

She was a cop, a Homicide lieutenant with eleven years on the job protecting and defending the hard, merciless streets of New York. There was little she hadn't seen, touched, smelled, or waded through. Because people, to her mind, would always and could always find more inventive and despicable ways to kill their fellow man, she knew just what torments could be inflicted on the human body. But bloody and brutal murder was nothing compared to giving birth.

Murder could happen, she thought as she drove to Cop Central, to anyone, anywhere, anytime.

I was rough before. I'm sorry. The apology, so quiet and unexpected, embarrassed her. Forget it. She shifted away, drained her cup, set it aside. I won't forget it; neither will you. He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. Nothing could have pleased him more than the quick suspicion on her face. You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me. I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you.

Murder, at least, Eve understood.

The legalized torture of socializing lined right up with premeditated murder when you added the requirement of fancy shoes.

You staked him. You actually staked him. It was handy. Let's get those medics in here. I don't want this guy skipping out on multiple murder charges by dying on me. I want to know the minute he's able to talk. I think we're going to get an interesting confession. It's supposed to be the heart. she heard Peabody mutter. It's really supposed to be the heart. Eve blew out a long breath. Keep it up, Peabody, and I may have Mira shrink your head after she's done with the second-rate Dracula

Some people just like to kill. Sometimes it's not any more complicated than that." "It should be," Peabody replied

Who'd want to cyanide Brant Fitzhugh?" "You know, I was just wondering the same thing. Strangely, it's our job to figure that out.

Running a bit behind today," he told them. "Sent off for tox as you'd flagged that. Shouldn't take long." She glanced down at the body. Morris hadn't yet made his Y cut. "What can you tell me just from the visual?" "Lieutenant, this woman is dead." "Peabody, note that down. We've got a dead woman.

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We're all-inclusive in Homicide, 'cause whatever your race, color, or creed, you can get dead.

He'd spent nearly two hours with her before he'd killed her, and nearly an hour more after she'd been dead. Yet he hadn't left a trace. Clever boy.

People like murder, Peabody. They jive on it when it's got at least one of those degrees of separation. Reading about it, watching vids about it, turning on the evening news to hear about it. As long as it isn't too close.