Linda Castillo Quotes

I've known a lot of cops like him over the years. Veterans, usually. Older. They have experience, but they lack the humanity that would otherwise define them as good cops. The more they see, the less they feel. The less they care. They become cynical and bitter and apathetic. They give all cops a bad rap.

He was as fucked up as a man could be and still be walking around.

Those memories press into me like rude, insistent fingers as I walk toward the back door.

The familiarity is balm for my soul and I take a moment to soak it in, hoping my emotions don't choose this moment to betray me.

Kinda like trying to hold down a leaf in a tornado, but I'll try

An ordinary home about to be shattered. I'd rather cut off my hand than look into Belinda Horner's eyes and ask her to identify a body I'm certain is her daughter. But this is my job, and I don't have a choice.

He didn't know why he was running away. Maybe because being close to someone took a hell of a lot more guts than being alone.

God knows, I'm no expert on relationships, but I do know when something's good. And this thing we've created between us is precious and rare. I only hope it's not fleeting, because for the first time in my adult life, I've given someone the power to hurt me.

That I feel the need to defend myself shames me. I did what I had to do that day to save my life. But ingrained beliefs are difficult to exorcise no matter how valiant the attempt. I've always considered myself an enlightened woman. But I was raised Amish and some of those old values will always be a part of me.

Yeah, well, I have my .38 to back me up in case he mistakes me for the weaker sex.

But that was another quirky thing about Fate; she never bargained, and she never gave second changes.

I feel as if we're the centre of the universe and a kind God has blessed two imperfect people with a perfect moment.

Standing at the bar, he watched the bartender pour another shot. He downed it in a single gulp. The alcohol scalded his oesophagus and landed like a fireball in his belly. He'd never developed a taste for even the top-shelf whiskies, but this wasn't about pleasure. It was about getting through another day without blowing his brains out....
He knew mixing prescription drugs with alcohol was stupid and pathetic and that some day Fate would make him pay. Sooner or later, she always got her due. But he didn't think that cruel bitch could do anything worse than what she'd already done. In some sick way, it was a comforting thought.