Quotes About Crime

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Murder can be made to look like suicide, and suicide can be made to look like murder.

Society prepares the crime; the criminal only commits it.

What was premeditated murder if not calculated leverage?

James Patterson

the FBI's top-ten most-wanted list. Number

The Women's Murder Club was assembled—but why?

The Chinese had a saying that had been in her mind for a while, troubling her: Society prepares the crime; the criminal only commits it.

Ruger in his waistband. Then he switched the .357 to his

It's done, Julio," he said. "She's dead. Now get the hell out of there. You killed Caroline Hopkins. Congratulations.

James Patterson

When a high government official lies, he commits a horrible crime. We've put our trust in that person, based on his solemn word, his integrity.

My partner, Inspector Richard Conklin

Michael Licata, recently appointed don of the Bonanno crime family, was covered in sweat and grunting like a Eurotrash tennis pro as he did his Tuesday kettle-bell workout.

Along Came a Spider

James Patterson

No one had figured out any of the other murders he'd done, had they? They got John Wayne Gacy, Jr., after over thirty murders in Chitown. Jeffrey Dahmer went down after seventeen in Milwaukee. Gary had murdered more than both of them put together. But no one knew who he was, or where he was, or what he planned to do next.

Now I suddenly think that Sarkar, Tracy Anne, and I are most likely the only ones present who can tell exactly what has happened: Katra Kovac, nine months pregnant, has been slit open. Her baby has been taken. The procedure—it's a disgusting lie to confuse this butchery with the term C-section—has left the mother barely clinging to life. And the baby? Who in hell knows what has become of the baby, this baby who was literally ripped from its mother's womb.

A corollary of this philosophy was that the writer did not believe in good or evil. Nor did he believe in justice. Like crime, justice was an abstract, something cooked up by men. It wasn't intrinsic to the universe. Life just was. It happened, sometimes meagerly, sometimes abundantly, sometimes in violent excess. There was no right or wrong about any of it.

James Patterson

the crime as we knew it. I told them I'd send

Detective Lincoln knocked, said, "McGrath had serious encryption on his computer. We're going to have to send it out." "Send it to Quantico," I said. "I'll try to get it moved to the front of the line." "Right away," Lincoln said, and he left.

smudged with black powder. Every mirror, every painting, had been taken down from the walls. Even the benign and wise Charlie Clapper was disgusted: "The Baileys had a lot of friends and a lot of parties. We've got enough prints and trace to short out the crime lab. For a year." Conklin said, "How about it, Sarge?" "Okay. We're done." We turned out the lights as

body in the morgue belonged to a member of my