We Solve Murders (We Solve Murders, #1)

by Richard Osman

You can think something often enough, but you will never be prepared for your heart disintegrating.

Walking through this village, where he knows everyone and everyone knows him, Steve is grateful that at least he feels loved. Because if you don’t feel loved, it’s difficult to feel anything at all.

You can’t have the thrills of life without the pain of life, so Steve has decided to go without the thrills.

Steve removes a hand from Trouble’s head and gets an admonishing look. He switches his phone off. He always cries after a call with Amy. He doesn’t know why, but he’s learned to accept it. As the tears come, Trouble stretches a paw up to Steve’s chest. Probably hungry.

Steve likes fitting things together. Just as a hobby now, you understand. He had pootled about online this morning,

Seems odd to Steve, gets his detective senses tingling, but, you know, someone else’s problem. Someone else’s murder.

Perhaps Steve’s being too judgmental, but being judgmental is a good thing if you’re right.

“There’s always a way through trouble,” says Rosie. “Often into more trouble, but at least it’s different trouble.

It is clear that violence has been ever present in her life. She takes it in her stride in a way that makes Steve sad.

Makes sense, but a bit of Steve is tempted to go up to Letchworth Garden City. He’s not sure why—it just feels like there’s a stone in his shoe. But. Not. His. Business.

Rosie only really has one rule in life: if you see a door, walk through

But Steve has learned you must never resent other people for their happiness. Everyone is taking the best shot they’ve got, and some shots are just luckier than yours. Anytime you feel your unhappiness turning into bitterness, you have to check yourself. You can live with unhappiness, but bitterness will kill you.

He doesn’t get casinos or infidelity. Why earn money, just to lose it, and why look for love, just to betray it?

Sometimes when Steve wakes, Trouble is curled up on his chest. Steve has always thought that Trouble was looking for Steve’s protection, but what if Trouble is protecting him? What if Trouble sees the young child Steve still is—that we all still are when we sleep—and understands that he needs protecting?

She is led through a heavy metal door, into the air-lock space they always have in TV studios to let you know that you are leaving the world of reality and entering the world of television.

Left to his own devices, Henk would drink only milk, but, for reasons he cannot begin to understand, that seems to unnerve people.

Henk recognizes that sometimes he is simply too Dutch, but he never sees the need to leave a truth unsaid. The tour guide is hurriedly changing the subject.

And, in the brutal, lonely luxury of the Emirates First Class Lounge, he is thinking about death once again.

Lying here now, Bonnie realizes that if you look at the stars, the sky seems full. But if you look at the darkness, the sky seems empty.

“Usually when a celebrity meets another celebrity they only ever talk about Tom Cruise, or how much tax they paid last year. But

“So it’s all good,” says Eddie, smiling. “I’m not here to kill you. I just want you to read my book.” “Oh, God, Eddie,” says Rosie, putting her hand on his arm, “that’s so much worse.”