Abeer

“Right, back to HQ,” said Porter. “I have a meeting with God.” “God?” said Kett. “Yeah, God. Clare’s nickname for himself, remember? Although I think Satan’s probably a better one.”
― Alex Smith, Truly Madly Deadly

“It was terrifying because she knew how fragile these things were, how prone they were to fracturing, or dissolving, or burning up. Love was so hard to build, but so easy to destroy, a fact that the Jack Valentine case had made clearer than ever—she could still see Darcey tumbling over the edge of the roof in search of a quick death rather than be without Will. She could still see the mangled, scorched forms of Gregg and Alan as they’d fought to the death, and Grant Dankworth’s smug smile as he talked about all the times he’d cheated on his wife. Wasn’t it easier to never fall in love at all?”
― Alex Smith, Truly Madly Deadly

“Where are your plates, Frank?” “Plates?” he said. “In the kitchen. What’s that got to do with anything?” “Number plates, for the car.” “On the fucking car!” he said.”
― Alex Smith, Truly Madly Deadly

“It was almost seven, and he thought about Billie and the kids, about his own family waiting for him to come home. How many times had his late nights led to an argument with his wife? How many times had she told him, in the heat of the moment, that there wasn’t room for her and the girls in his head alongside the madness of the job?”
― Alex Smith, Truly Madly Deadly