Quotes About Investigation

You follow these little discrepancies long enough and they sometimes open up into huge revelations.

The dualistic mind tends to think of mu occurrences in nature as a kind of contextual cheating, or irrelevance, but mu is found throughout all scientific investigation, and nature doesn't cheat

Sunny Skies Shady Characters: Cops, Killers, and Corruption in the Aloha State

he never bothered to look them up.

Jeremy: Who did it? Wait-you think I did. Don't you? Ash: It did cross our minds at one point. Actually, it seemed to keep crossing them. Back and forth. Maybe we should put in a crosswalk.

Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive — it's such an interesting world.

splendid to think of all the things there are to find out

The man was still there. Suddenly forgetting about the snow on the street, he picked up his pace. Ahead was a long, straight, silvery-white road illuminated by the cold glare of street lamps; behind, a detective on a bicycle.

She wasn't going to succeed in newspapers if she didn't ask the big questions when she could.

They might spend years tracing some mental formation back to its source.

So . . . with several key suspects on the line, she had a lot to think about. But first, there was a tea party that needed hosting.

the FBI has been investigating the firm for over a year. Shortly after their stock went public, they got a tip that the market listing was fraudulently overstated in connection with the IPO.

Reed imagined that having your child murdered was about the only thing worse than having to exhume your child's remains to bring the killer to justice.

Maybe she hired Black." Dani tried

Look, he even tried getting at the rope." Carl studied the scene. "With all the rodents

I could have just said I'm good at my job, but I didn't. Didn't want the police thinking I was holding out information when I wasn't. I've got one advantage over a normal homicide detective, I expect it to be a monster. No one ever calls me in if it's just a stabbing, or a hit-and-run. I don't spend a lot of time trying to come up with nice, normal explanations. It means I get to ignore a lot of theories.

But I was naturally suspicious; it comes from working too closely with the police for too long. Cynicism is so contagious.

I'd worked my share of serial killer cases, but none of the killers had ever mailed me a human head. That was new.

If I walked into the police station with Tweedle-Punk and Tweedle Slut, it was going to raise the cop's antennae.

There were other marshals over talking to the local police, but it was just Edward and me standing in the middle of the scattered body parts. Maybe the others had gotten tired of looking at them;

it felt a bit like five chapters into an Agatha Christie novel, everyone milling around, looking vaguely suspect.

To such, however, as do not choose to go so far back into these things, I can give no better advice, than that they skip over the remaining parts of this chapter; for I declare before-hand, 'tis wrote only for the curious and inquisitive.

Endless is the search of truth.

Who do I look like, Nancy freaking Drew?