Crime-fiction Quotes

We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.

Her aunt and uncle worked fifteen hours a day in their desperate attempt to keep the corner shop in ...

She was a cute as a washtub.

We're not quite ending where we began, but close enough.Close enough.

When you’retwenty-one, life is a roadmap.It’s only when you get to betwenty-five or so that youbegin...

She looked beautiful,standing there barefoot in her faded jeans. I wanted to take her in my arms, an...

But sooner or later the last good time would come around. It does for all of us.