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Hostile Witness (Witness, #1) Hostile Witness by Rebecca Forster
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“I had to figure out if I was happier being with a live woman or living with the memories of a dead one.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“She had learned that evil had the fattest wallet and most chaste face of all.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“The last time Josie Bates saw Linda Sheraton they were twenty years old and sharing a cheap apartment in downtown Los Angeles. Both were on a USC athletic scholarship, and both were poor as church mice. Josie, for all intents and purposes, was orphaned. Linda hailed from a trailer park, raised by a mother who didn't give a damn if her daughter ended up in poverty or Princeton. That was where the similarities ended”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“Children were hard to deal with; children who were on the verge of adulthood must be the hardest of all. Maybe she'd been too difficult for Emily, and that was a sad thought. "I”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“No nonsense. No jealousy. No neediness. Respect. Affection. Comfort. Chemistry. It was the kind of relationship people who could take care of themselves did well.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“He stared at Hannah as if he owned her. Voices were raised somewhere else. The man didn't seem to notice. He just looked at Hannah until she yelled 'go away' and threw the small, hard pillow at him. He didn't even laugh at that”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“There is an impressive vein of concrete that winds from the hills of Palos Verdes and ends in Malibu. It ribbons through all the beach cities in between and plays host to anyone who is drawn to the ocean. Josie and Max ambled down Hermosa's portion of that mile-long bike path after they left Faye's place. A quarter of a mile from her own house, Josie stopped. A guy on a fifteen hundred dollar bike whizzed by her, intent on breaking the land speed record to Malibu. The smell of grilling onions filled the air. Lunch was being served up at The Strand Café. Four men with gorgeous bodies played volleyball with a vengeance, yet somehow unable to get their game into a rhythm. Josie could have shown them how it was done, but even a pick up game wouldn't cure what ailed her.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“He had been gorgeous to look at and deadly to live with.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“from Josie. Josie, smaller and more vulnerable than Emily, was buffeted by the waves. It took all her might to stand her ground. One hit her. Another came. A third slapped her down, dragging her into a whirlpool of sand and water. Josie was twisted head over heels, her small arms flailing, until she didn't know which way was up, or where down was. She hit the sand hard. Salt stung her shoulder where it was scraped bloody by shell and rock. Over and over again Josie was tumbled and dragged on the rocky bottom only to be sucked back up into the churning, crystalline bubble of water. She was suffocating. Death was around the corner. There was no savior in sight. She wanted her mother. Where was her mother, Josie wondered, as Hannah fought for her life?”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“The truth was that sometimes saving people wasn’t simple, sometimes saviors weren’t who you expected them to be, all people don’t get saved, and not everyone deserved to be saved.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“What Josie had found amusing, exciting and exotic as a girl, she now recognized as nothing more than the underpinnings of Linda's selfishness, arrogance and greed. Linda had burst into Josie's life again, and pulled her into this rollercoaster of a ride. She had been stronger than Josie that night. Now Josie had stepped out of the car and onto the platform. She could see the trajectory of that rollercoaster and knew where it had to stop.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“The truth was that sometimes saving people wasn't simple, sometimes saviors weren't who you expected them to be, all people don't get saved, and not everyone deserved to be saved.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“Never count on anybody for too much.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“Josie walked slowly toward the jury. She stood close as if she was”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“people wasn’t simple, sometimes saviors weren’t who you expected them to be, all people don’t get saved, and not everyone deserved to be saved.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“perpetual pain, or ecstasy, depending on one’s point of view. Josie”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“They're back now." Archer followed”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“the”
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“Judge Norris gave his permission for her to talk to Archer. Archer looked Josie in the eye.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“broken things can be mended, but there is always a scar.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“Twirling the Jeep into the drive, Josie stopped next to a Mercedes.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“she was an army of one and was stronger than the invading force.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“You worked with what you had, you did what you could, and you made choices based on need.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“All this stuff was like air: essential and expected, missed only when taken away.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“A little gift from her mother who made Linda what she was –a damn survivor.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“They would drift away like people did if there was nothing to tie them down or hold them steady.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“But love him? No. She was broken somewhere inside. She couldn’t love like other people.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“Now Josie knew she kept them to remind her that broken things can be mended, but there is always a scar.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“Every time I try to play by rules I get smashed into the ground.”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness
“continuance. I want you to talk with some doctors. I want”
Rebecca Forster, Hostile Witness

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