Quotes About Investigation

The more he worked around the PPPI, the more he got the feeling that he was onto something. People were lying to him, misdirecting him. He couldn't exactly put a finger on why he thought that, but he'd learned the hard way not to ignore even unsupported intuition.

truth, that he wasn't involved in the murder, but Virgil wasn't yet ready to label him nope. After a moment, Virgil said, "I'm going to hold you to that. Don't mess with Justin.

The bartender took another bite of the sandwich, chewed, then said, through the masticated bread and egg, "Yeah, the Minneapolis cops already been here. They're looking for him, too. He was here last night, pretty late, then he went away. Haven't seen him since.

LUCAS SPENT THE DAY walking up to small houses in small towns, getting nowhere perceptible. At two o'clock, he'd taken a break at a café in Oskaloosa, one of the towns from which Henderson had gotten an e-mail. An investigator named Perry Means, from the Division of Criminal Investigation, was waiting for him at the café. Lucas handed over the sample of Lawrence's hair, which Means put in a plastic evidence envelope.

WHEN SHE WAS GONE, Lucas went inside, badged his way back to the homicide unit, and found Roger Morris peering at a brown paper bag with a small grease stain at one end.

Means headed for Des Moines with the hair sample and Lucas called Robertson, who was working north of I-80. "I got nothing, nothing, and nothing. I thought I had something for a minute, but it turned out to be nothing," he said. "More'n I got," Lucas said. "I never even thought I had something. What'd you think you had?

THE AFTERNOON was like walking through tar: Lucas tracked down and interviewed the last of Smalls's volunteer staff, and the interview produced nothing. He talked to ICE and Kidd after their testimony, and learned that it had been perfunctory.

murdered, and that a

bureaucrat said. "Come back with a search warrant

Lipsky said: "I'll tell you something, Layton: ninety-five percent it's nothing. Probably somebody shot a buck out of season, and you were smelling the gut dump. Those can be pretty hard to see in the dark, once they go gray. But, five percent, we gotta go look.

Sorensen asked, "And you believe all of them?" "I don't really believe any of them," Lucas said. "I can't afford to—but I think all but one are telling the truth. I just don't know who that one is.

an easy chair for Lucas. Lucas took it, gave them a quick summary of the Jones case, including the recovery of the girls' bodies, and recited the details, as he remembered them, of the descriptions he'd accumulated on the man who'd called himself John Fell. "Fairly big guy, but

He likes to know things. He checks out book and record collections when he visits people, looks in medicine cabinets, takes inventory in refrigerators. He eaves drops on conversations at public phone booths. He reads murder victims' mail.

Is it painful? the groundskeeper asked. I am asking for science.

They found no colonists, but they found parts of them. And a lot of blood.

That's why you have a partner," Vann said. "So you can vent at me. Afterward. Now, come on. Let's get back to work." "Where to now?" "I want to get a better look at that hotel room," Vann said, and sucked on her cigarette. "Trinh hustled us through it pretty quickly. I'm ready for a slow dance.

It was like the Iran/Contra hearings in the last century; then, too, the investigators had looked just so far and no further.

I take a pleasure in inquiring into things. I've never been content to pass a stone without looking under it. And it is a black disappointment to me that I can never see the far side of the moon.

Who in his mind has not probe the dark water?

How bad is it?" "The story is only just now being reported, but let's put it this way," HARV said. "The bag is now clearly catless, and there's a very foul odor coming from the fan.

We've peered into the deepest parts to see beyond what lies on the surface.

The rule was "no autopsy, no foul".

Donata Santori looked down at the dead body lying at her feet and thought, 'Damn, that can't be a good sign.

To distract myself from thoughts of my father, i decided to check out the dead body.