In the Study with the Wrench Quotes

“Her lips parted. Vaughn nearly died on the spot. He pulled her in. The guitar strummed its protest. Neither of them cared.

She had her hand on his neck, the side of her thumb notched under his jaw, forefinger tips pressing into the nape of his neck as if saying, closer, more.

He shoved the guitar to the floor, and it clattered against the wood.

She broke away, panting. 'Oops.”
― Diana Peterfreund, In the Study with the Wrench

“Vaughn could be cute. Maybe Orchid saw past the trashy clothes. Then again, some people wrote love letters to murderers in prison. There really was no accounting for taste.”
― Diana Peterfreund, In the Study with the Wrench

“Spiffed up a bit, Vaughn could be cute. Maybe Orchid saw past the trashy clothes. Then again, some people wrote love letters to murderers in prison. There really was no accounting for taste.”
― Diana Peterfreund, In the Study with the Wrench

“the other boy, at Farthing, hadn't been reasurring. His father certainly hadn't been. Mustard's marching orders had been clear. He was supposed to come to Blackbrook and keep his nose clean, not get involved in two separate murders and make out with a cute guy in an abandoned building.

But Plum just kept being there.

Undeniable. Inevitable. Like lots of things were, he supposed.”
― Diana Peterfreund, In the Study with the Wrench

“When Vaughn set out, a wintry mix was falling from the sky, stinging his skin with every touch and crackling on the ground like breakfast cereal.”
― Diana Peterfreund, In the Study with the Wrench

“He stared at her, unable to think of whole words. Orchid's mouth was wet and swollen, and he had done that.
'That was -' she smoothed her hair. 'That was -' Amazing. A long time coming. Something she wanted to do again, Dr. Bown be damned. 'Really nice.'

Oh, no. he'd sucked at it. Nice? He could already hear all of her laughing.”
― Diana Peterfreund, In the Study with the Wrench

“Everything was a trap, and the more Vaughn fought to escape, the more he got entangled.”
― Diana Peterfreund, In the Study with the Wrench

“This morning, at the custodial services meeting with doctor brown, where she informed the staff of Rusty's death, he'd felt sick. Not the usual, slow burning nausea of his life, but a deep, agonizing pain. As if everything were so twisted up inside and out, that there was no escape.”
― Diana Peterfreund, In the Study with the Wrench

“... Is something irretrievably... broken inside of him? How do you know if your own only family member is a sociopath? And how much time have we got?”
― Diana Peterfreund, In the Study with the Wrench

“Vaugh scowled. Just like his brother to harass a homeless man.”
― Diana Peterfreund, In the Study with the Wrench