False Witness

by Karin Slaughter

“What’s your wife gonna think about you fucking her son’s fourteen-year-old babysitter for the last two years?”

how men who wore their masks below their noses were the same jerks who acted like wearing a condom was a human rights violation.

she went from mild annoyance to full-on burn-the-motherfucker-down.

The problem with rape was that a guilty man generally knew enough about the prevailing culture to say the same things an innocent man would.

The cat offered no response. He did not want to jeopardize his tax situation.

“Bunch of bullshit.” Phil ripped open the bag with her teeth. “I ain’t never met nobody who died from that.” “I’ve never met anyone who died of lung cancer.” Callie shrugged. “Maybe it doesn’t exist, either.”

This was the sole reason that so many rape cases were not prosecuted. In matters of he said/she said, jurors were inclined to believe a man was telling the truth and a woman was looking for attention.

a male detective who had confidently stated that he always knew a woman was lying about an assault if she didn’t want him in the room. He had never considered that a woman who had been raped by a man would not want to be alone with another man.

Leigh was constantly amazed when rich white people assumed the system always worked until they found themselves wrapped up in it. Then, it had to be some kind of goddam conspiracy.

The men kicked it off, because men always assumed people were interested in what they had to say.

proud graduate of the good ol’ boy school of judging who had a reputation for being much more lenient toward defendants who looked like him.

Men who interrupted were passionate about their case. Women who interrupted were shrill.

This was why Andrew had never been afraid. He had set up Reggie to take the fall.

The burn-the-motherfucker-down trait was a dominant gene in their family.