Damage Control Quotes

“It stopped being private the moment the two of you started brawling in public,” Joanna returned. “And it became my concern as soon as the two of you attacked my deputies.” “You shouldn’t talk to us like that,” Sandy said. “Aren’t you supposed to say ‘allegedly attacked’? After all, we haven’t been convicted yet.” “Sorry,” Joanna said. “It’s my jail, my rules.” “But I’m old enough to be your mother,” Samantha objected. “More than old enough,” Joanna countered. “Too bad neither one of you has brains enough to act your age.”
― J.A. Jance, Damage Control

“she had opened doors for other women who might want to follow in her footsteps.”
― J.A. Jance, Damage Control

“sometimes had difficulty”
― J.A. Jance, Damage Control

“heat outside, combined with sky-high humidity, was downright brutal.”
― J.A. Jance, Damage Control

“there were times when he was overwhelmed.”
― J.A. Jance, Damage Control

“am gearing up to do the transport,” George said. “Have you looked out at the street lately?” Joanna hadn’t, but now she did—she turned and looked. To her amazement, on both sides of the street behind her stood two unbroken lines of officers, some in uniform, some not. The lines stretched from the house next door to the Beasleys’ and from the one across the street down the hill and all the way around the next curve, where they finally disappeared from sight. The officers close enough for Joanna to see were standing at ease. They had assembled throughout the night in solemn silence. Speaking in hushed tones, they had organized themselves at a distance that was far enough away from the crime scene so as not to interfere. Now, in the welcome cool before dawn, they simply stood and waited. “Who are they?” Joanna wanted to know. “Where did these people come from?” “I have no idea,” George answered, “but those guys didn’t come here to watch my van drive down the street. They came to pay their respects to a fellow fallen officer, and we’re going to let them do it.”
― J.A. Jance, Damage Control

“Joanna didn’t like Federer and, by extension, she didn’t like his client, either. Lucinda Mappin, faced with the tragedy of her daughter’s murder, was responding to the crisis in her life with considerable dignity and grace. Dealing with a similarly tragic loss, Alfred and Martha Beasley’s bickering daughters came up short. Behaving like aging spoiled brats and caught up in their own selfishness, all they were capable of was broadcasting their decades-old feud far and wide. Joanna sat at her desk for a few moments, contemplating the vast difference. I think Alfred and Martha deserve better, she told herself finally.”
― J.A. Jance, Damage Control

“dog—shook his head and tightened his grip on”
― J.A. Jance, Damage Control