Quotes About Crime

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.

Criminal activity does have its appeal. Otherwise there wouldn't be so many criminals.

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

Bad guys, in their various forms, on their various levels, didn't take time off.

As Eve strode down the bright white corridor of the dead, Peabody hustled beside her. Man, this place is always a little spooky, but this is beyond. You know how you half expect one of these bags to sit up and grab at you? No. Wait out here. If one of them makes a run for it, give me a call. I don't think that's particularly funny. And watching the still black bags warily, Peabody took her post at the door.

You've got a point. But I like it better when the bad guys are just the bad guys." "There's always plenty of them to go around.

With Code Five, I'll have to do the door-to-door myself. Not a simple sex crime," she said with a sigh. "Whoever did it set it up. The antique weapon, the wounds themselves, almost ruler straight down the body, the lights, the pose. Who called it in, Feeney?

A cop did better cynical and suspicious.

The dead aren't the only victims.

A good cop, a smart cop, closes cases and locks up the bad guys.

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.

rooms, and being the NYPS-fucking-D, we have a whole division who gets off on going through electronics, records." "That's

Roarke wondered if she thought of how many more would be hers—victims and killers. And knew, as he knew her, she did.

I never get to have the fun. I bet there's hair and fiber in there, and I'll be right on the scene.

We have a Homicide, and a Code Five in number Eighteen-oh-three.

Murder, at least, Eve understood.

If being a f*ckhead was a crime, I'd have to lock up half of New York. And occasionally arrest myself.

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.

Homicide: Our day starts when yours ends. Permanently." "You should sew that on a pillow." "I'm thinking a T-shirt.

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Money laundering's frowned upon." "A pity, as it comes out so crisp and clean.