Victim Six Quotes

“The young man from Seabeck who’d been in and out of the county jail so often he thought he’d be able to leave some belongings behind for his next stretch of incarceration.”
― Gregg Olsen, Victim Six

“You’re leaving us forever,” he’d said when he saw her bags packed and lined up like a row of mismatched sentinels at the front door of their Vancouver home. “I don’t know,” she’d answered, not looking at him. “What am I supposed to tell Skye?” Still refusing to meet his gaze, she replied, “Tell her what she should already know. I love her.” “You have a great way of showing it.” “She’ll understand someday. Sometimes a woman needs freedom. You’re a kind man, Cullen, but I need to be me. Not someone’s wife.” “And not someone’s mother,” he’d said as the door shut.”
― Gregg Olsen, Victim Six

“Rain started to fall. She looked up and regarded the crack in the gray sky. It was spring, and the weather had—in typical Pacific Northwest fashion—forgotten the season.”
― Gregg Olsen, Victim Six

“The fifteen-minute drive from her son’s parent-teacher conference had been full of introspection, soul-searching, and heartache. It was partially, Kendall felt, the same battle other working mothers waged every day. Do I do enough for my child? It was a conflict that she was sure should have been resolved with her mother’s generation. Yet it was a debate that still plunged a hot needle into her skin. No mom could ever really think she’d done enough—especially if she did anything for herself. That included pursuing a meaningful career, of course. Anyone without a special-needs child is always at the ready to tell those who have one what they ought to do.”
― Gregg Olsen, Victim Six

“and car. Skye’s cell phone had been missing too. She wondered if there was some connection.”
― Gregg Olsen, Victim Six

“across the silver Crossfire lighter that felt so good in his palm as he let the cool evening air pour over his handsome face.”
― Gregg Olsen, Victim Six

“No lube needed, I just primed the pump,” the man said. Everything that was happening to Celesta was beyond wrong, but what was happening now was beyond her comprehension. She screamed out in pain. “Shut up, bitch!” said the man who had raped her first. The other remained silent while violating Celesta with some kind of a cylindrical device. It was rigid, cool, not made of flesh. The”
― Gregg Olsen, Victim Six