American by Day (Sigrid Ødegård #2)

by Derek B. Miller

“We have not decided to arrest him for the charge of murder yet, no. I admit that it is circumstantial, but the golden triangle of motive, means, and opportunity is starting to form a nice equilateral shape that I find pleasing.” “That’s a heuristic. It’s not an algorithm for proving causality,” says Sigrid.

“Tell me the secret to death,” she answered, mocking him. “You have to back into it,” he’d told her. “What does that mean?” “You stop staring ahead into the void. There’s nothing to see. You need to turn around. Watch life. Watch it like a rabbit about to come out of a hat. Keep your eye on it the whole time until—like that—the seeing is no more. That’s the trick.”

“Flowers don’t turn to the sun because they love the heat,” he once said. “The sun is actually burning off the moisture of the cells on that side of the stalk, so the flower is collapsing in the direction of its tormenter,” he explained. “Sounds like love to me,” she answered.