Quotes About Investigation

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. Darling, he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.

First line] "The business of murder took time, patience, skill, and a tolerance for the monotonous.

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?

It all jibed, and the books would close on Jasper as death by misadventure. Unofficially, Eve labeled it death by stupidity, but there wasn't a place on the sheet for that particular observation. - Lt. Eve Dallas on a drunk fall off the roof

I can't go through channels or use either my home or office units. The minute I tried to dig on the chief of police, I'd be flagged. And you're wondering if I have a secured, unregistered system. Of course I do. Of course, she muttered. A nonregistered system is in violation of Code four fifty-three-B, section thirty-five. I can't tell you how aroused it makes me when you quote codes, lieutenant.

She was debating calling the lab and pushing for her tattoo when Peabody poked her head in. "We got—Hey, doughnuts." "You'll get yours. What have we got?" "Marc Tuluz. Want him in here or the lounge?" "Here's a puzzler," Eve began. "If we're in the lounge interviewing him, how many doughnuts will be in this box upon our return?" "I'll bring him in here.

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. Darling, he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.

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

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.

Darling? Spare a minute?" She came back, her 'link pressed, screen down, to her chest. And hissed, "Don't call me darling when I'm talking to cops." "Sorry, Lieutenant Darling." She rolled her eyes. "What?

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.

Two different cops, and both of them fucked up the case. What are they using to train them in Chicago—old videos of the Three Boobs?" "I think that's Stooges," Roarke murmured.

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.

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.

It may be you confused undercover with undercovered.

Weren't they a pair? Roarke thought, two veteran cops who've waded through blood and madness. But put a bit of sex on the table between them, and they're as fidgety as virgins at an orgy.

building again," Eve continued. "Knows how to angle herself to keep her face off camera. We're going to find somebody who saw