We Are All Guilty Here (North Falls, #1)

by Karin Slaughter

If Emmy knew the town like the back of her hand, her father knew it like the arteries inside of his heart.

They didn’t need a big discussion because you didn’t talk about a bad feeling, you checked it out, and if you were wrong, you were relieved, but if you were right, the feeling put you where you needed to be.

It wasn’t primarily the photos, but the fact that Emmy was standing inside the jail where her ex-best friend was being held for murder and her dead sister was showing her a dick pic and a split beaver like she was bragging about her European vacation.

“Does no one understand possessive apostrophes anymore?”

“You think I’m the one hurting you?” Emmy scoffed. “Take a close look in the mirror, lady. That’s my blood in your teeth.”

You can’t choose something if you don’t know you have a choice.”

“It gets better,” Emmy said, though it was exponentially worse.

“Paisley,” she said. “I’m Sheriff Emmy Clifton. You’re safe. I’m here to help you, okay?”

“Cheyenne was so tough.” Walton sounded impressed. “It took hours for her to give up Madison. Any man would’ve cracked, but she held on to the bitter end. Except for Virgil, she was the strongest person I’d ever known.”

If you’re looking for people to blame, we are all guilty here.”

I’m so fucking relieved it’s finally over so I don’t have to live with that constant ticking anymore.”

She also knew that mistakes could be a reason to forgive.

“That’s it? I’m so—and then nothing?” “Yep,” Emmy said. “Like death Mad Libs.”