Quotes About Investigation

though I am still...exceedingly puzzled as to why our murderer should decide to draw almost inevitable attention to himself by wearing such a conspicuous pair of plimsolls and running around Burford for two and a half hours.

You will go to the lady and say certain things as i instruct you Suppose she sends for the police? She will not send for the police You cannot know that ! Mon cher, practically speaking, i know EVERYTHING

it is impossible to begin investigation without assumptions, for they all are founded on ideas and canons which have their basis in the rational and moral nature of man.

Try always, Wolsey says, to find out what people wear under their clothes.

Do you know why they say, 'There's no smoke without fire?' It's not just to give encouragement to people who like fires.

All that is old is not therefore necessarily excellent; all that is new is not despicable on that account alone. Let what is really meritorious be pronounced so by the candid judge after due investigation; blockheads alone are influenced by the opinion of others.

Have you discovered aught of my erstwhile murderer?

The ones referred to obliquely and the ones discussed in frank detail. She'd give the police everything they needed to convict her husband. She would say, Here is one possible motive and here is another, because any marriage of that many years has multiple motives for murder. Every police officer and hairdresser knows that.

Forty-year-old woman found dead. Oh dear. Twenty-year-old woman found dead. Tragedy! Sadness! Find that murderer!

Too often, the anthropologist takes on the role of police detective, discovering what is "hidden," assembling "evidence" to make a strong "case"... But sometimes what is called for is not an "investigator" at all, but an attentive listener.

Someday, Dante, I will discover how your mind works

The thing about undercover work is that instead of laying low and trying to stay out of trouble, you basically walk around with your stick and jab it into every beehive you can find just to see what flies out.

I'd heard veteran cops talk about life altering cases. Cases that haunt a cop long after they're closed. I've had cases like that myself. Cases that fundamentally changed me. Changed the way I view people. The way I perceive my job as a cop. The way I see myself. Standing there with the stench of blood filling my nostrils, I know this is going to be one of those cases.

We mothers have to be part sleuth, I realized.

Profiles don't catch criminals.... It's careful investigative work, long hours, informants' tips, and a lot of luck -- such as a slip-up on the part of the criminal.

Oh, for the love of God. There is no agent more agent than you. I swear you have pin-striped ties encrypted into your DNA. When you die, the coffin is going to read Property of the FBI.

She was the one who went after the criminals. Not the other way around.

It's been ten years since Ellie Mack disappeared, a fifteen year old fro north London, disappeared on her way to the library.

But nothing was often everything in forensics. Nothing could often be the answer to the whole bloody thing.

Yes. I agree. We are done here. I am sorry to have upset you, Miss Jones. But what we mustn't forget, whatever the truth of this situation, a young woman was killed in that house. Violently killed. This must remain the focus and I will keep making people cry for as long as it takes to find out who did it and why.

And to think that you got Interpol involved in this. How embarrassing!

My theory, currently, is that this is someone who has known something all along whilst remaining in the shadows. Someone who knows what happened to Tallulah and Zach.

the police can somehow find out that Henry was responsible for killing Birdie Dunlop-Evers with a single blow to the head a full twenty-six years after the crime was committed, then what else are they capable of uncovering? I am home, she thinks, I am in clean pyjamas in a big soft bed in a luxury apartment block in central London. But I will never ever feel safe, not until I know that the French police are not still looking for me.

Stephen King's 'Mr. Mercedes' is not a conventional horror novel. No ghosts, no vampires, no prune-faced escapees of the graveyard.