The Murderer's Son Quotes
The Murderer's Son
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“didn’t care for him overmuch, but that’s”
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“pathologist.’ Jackman tore open the seal and quickly scanned the toxicology report. The attached note simply said, “Interesting,” and was signed by Jacobs. ‘What the hell . . . ?’ Marie looked at him and tilted her head. ‘Alison Fleet had enough happy pills in her system to cheer up half the county.’ ‘Antidepressants?’ Marie looked confused. ‘But didn’t Bruce Fleet say she wasn’t on any medication?”
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“muddy chevrons”
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“fenlanders,”
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“jubbly.”
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“HOLMES?’ Jackman nodded. He’d always thought the acronym for the Home Office Large and Major Enquiry System”
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“No matter how dedicated he might be, and hell, he was dedicated, he was still a thirty-two-year-old fast-tracker from a privileged background. That was fine if you were chasing gold braid and pips on your shoulder, but Jackman aspired to something quite different. He just wanted to be a bloody good copper, and if he could earn the respect of his troops along the way, that would be perfect.”
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“The mind has incredible strength, but on the other hand, it is as fragile as a butterfly wing.”
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“When fused, head and heart make up something called gut. Listen to what your gut tells you, Sergeant Evans, because it’s rarely wrong.”
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“depression”
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“to make deep indentations. ‘He said I broke his Power Ranger, but he did it himself. He hit me first. It was nothing, just a stupid fight.’ ‘You broke his arm.’ ‘He fell over! I just pushed him a bit to get him off me. He was yelling and screaming and I wanted him to stop.’ He swallowed, and his voice dropped to a whisper. ‘I only pushed him.’ ‘Okay, Daniel.’ The man smiled at him, then looked away and stared at the wall as it changed from soft lilac to pink. ‘You’re right. Kids fight all”
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“preventing”
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