God, I swear I’ve never seen a more
nervous bunch of people. Like a bunch of rats in a science lab.
Mots clés military crime-fiction murder-mystery admiral
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The day it all went wrong for me was 11 August 1989. That was the day I killed a man for the first time.
Simon KernickMots clés crime-fiction
It was the members of the public who didn't seem to care what was happening on the streets around them, who hurried on by when they saw crimes being committed, too cowardly to intervene. Sometimes it seemed like the 'them' was everyone, and the 'us' was simply me, a lone copper engaged in a one-man battle against the injustices of the world.
Simon KernickMots clés crime-fiction
I came very close to saying no, and I often wonder how things would have turned out if I had. I'm being honest when I say I truly never wanted to become a murderer.
Simon KernickMots clés crime-fiction
I ought to warn you, dear, he can get rather wild when he’s hungry
Wilkie MartinMots clés crime-fiction fantasy-fiction humor-books
Blood doesn't speak of its owner.
Mita JainMots clés crime-fiction mystery-novels thriller-novels
In policing, some uniforms and cars are black and white, but on the street, in the real world, nothing is black and white
Edmond GagnonMots clés crime-fiction
When a man walks alone,
He is heard by thy own ears...
But when a man walks among others,
He is heard throughout eternity.
Mots clés crime-fiction mystery-suspense
She had been lying there, facedown in the water long before the tide had turned at 3.04 that morning. Her eyes were staring into the river, her blonde hair first fanning out, then drawing back under her head with the wash of the water, like a pulsating jellyfish. The belt of her raincoat was caught on the branches of an overhanging tree and she’d been hooked, destined to forever flap against the corner of the broken pier with outstretched arms. She wasn’t going anywhere now; she was simply bobbing up and down with the rhythm of the water - and she hadn’t blinked in a long while.
A.J. WainesMots clés mystery suspense crime-fiction contemporary-fiction psychological-thriller crime-thriller
...We were pulling into the next station, when the woman suddenly got to her feet and made a move to squeeze past me. As her knees made contact with mine, she turned towards me. Her eyes locked straight onto mine, her eyelids pinned back, with a look I could only describe as sheer dread. In the next second, deep tram-lines formed between her eyebrows and her expression shifted. It was as if she was silently imploring me, entreating me. To do what? I had no idea. I was immobile, her gaze pressing me into my seat by some centrifugal force and I held her stare, unsure of how to react. Just as swiftly, she dropped her eyes and the moment passed. With one final glance behind her, she was swallowed up in the bodies at the door.
She was getting off. Something wasn’t right.
Mots clés mystery suspense crime-fiction contemporary-fiction psychological-thriller women-authors strong-female-lead
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