Quotes About Investigation

windowsill on the opposite side of the dining room. "What are you doing?

Podesta clicked on the folder containing the digital photos he'd taken of Candace Martin in a car with

interrogation and housing of potential threats

If you're in real trouble in a big city, you're better off with a city detective than the FBI.

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

He removes one hand from the binoculars, checks the lumpy shape under his blanket, resting on his lap. It's his backup weapon from when he was on the job, a .38 Smith & Wesson Police Special. Ronald nods

House, we'd been told. If I needed any further indication of what

suspected in the

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

Well, they can't have done it to every camera in the neighborhood," Loughlin said. "We'll pick them up.

It was called Operation Coitus Interruptus, which only goes to prove that there are some people in the FBI with a sense of humor.

Was the missing girl reported to the police?" "I think so. All I know is what I was told. And I was told that Helga Schmidt went missing and was never heard from again.

of," I said. "There's more, Alex." Normally Joan was pretty matter-of-fact, even at the roughest scenes, but there was a tightness in her voice

body in the morgue belonged to a member of my

heads—and since cops

She's one of two women in Homicide in San Francisco, so she probably is fairly good.

building had turned out to be murders. She

WHAT ARE WE looking at?

Not a good thing for a cop. The sun was still coming up over the

diminutive Mr. B was a private eye. The

The Son of Lindbergh, Soneji had signed the ransom notes. We still didn't know why.

Murder Club Story (with Maxine Paetro) • Black Dress Affair

John Murphy, the special agent in charge of the National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime, had said to her.