Replicas never have the ghosts. They're bodies without souls.
Relationships and marriages are hard enough, but you add war into the mix and small fissures become gaping wounds. No one sees what you’re seeing—again that clear-eyed, unbiased thing—except your fell...
Oh. I take it from your tone that the custody battle is not going well. Tom has an in with the judge. A golfing buddy, believe it or not. You can’t get a venue change? My attorney says no. Guess what...
Intuition was often a way of cutting corners, a nifty technique of replacing hard evidence and facts with something far more elusive and capricious. The worst investigators Carlson knew relied on so-c...
I have learned that human beings are all about incentives
I don’t regret the things I’ve done. I regret the things I didn’t do when I had the chance.
I can be over in ten minutes. You’ll stay for dinner? Depends on what’s on the tape, I say. Right, yeah, that makes sense. Ellie hears something in my voice and knows me too well. Everything else okay...
He changed and worked out with weights. Throughout his adult life, Adam had cycled through a potpourri of workout programs—yoga (not flexible), Pilates (confused), boot camp (why not just join the mil...
Dreams are fragile. Dreams don’t last.
Did tragedy cause fissures, open them wider--or did tragedy merely turn on the light so you could see the fissure that had always been there?
Cat fish? A cat fish is a person who pretends to be someone thay're not online, especially in romantic relationships. Her voice was flat, matter-of-fact. She needed that now. She needed to spout fact...
A Spoon swoon, if you will.
I'd never had money growing up, and it's never been that important to me, except maybe to take our kids on a nice vacation or something like that.
You could trust nature but not man.
Too often, show muscles meant useless muscles.
They say you never know how someone will react when the grenade is thrown.
They asked for my name. I was tempted to go with either I. P. Daily or Wink Martindale, but I stuck with Mark Kadison because he was a friend of mine and if they called, he’d just laugh.
The secret in any interview was the ability to not fill the silence. A few seconds passed.
The pain flooded in again. It was always there, of course. Through the shaking hands and slapping of the backs, the grief stayed by his side, tapping Griffin on the shoulder, whispering in his ear, re...
The gray has no chance against that smile. It vanishes in a wonderful haze of bright color.