Lis Wiehl Quotes

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Mike Stone was Portland's premier lawyer—if you were in deep, deep trouble. He took on clients other lawyers avoided—swim team coaches accused of child molestation, surgeons who had operated while three sheets to the wind, bank presidents caught embezzling millions…Just being defended by Stone was a sure sign that you were involved in something embarrassing or off-putting

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It took all of her considerable strength to heave the girl's wrapped body into her arms, pivot, and let it thump into the trunk.

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There were three types of people in the world, Elizabeth believed. Some, like Cassidy, were naïve and full of ridiculous scruples that held them back from ever enjoying life. Others, like that Allison and Nicole, were phonies who pretended to care about others. And some—only a few—were like her. Strong enough to take what they could. And smart enough not to get caught.

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The resume was a work of art. It listed jobs she had never held at health clubs that never existed, promotions that had never happened, professional memberships in nonexistent organizations, awards she had never received, and a fake degree. Accompanying it were letters of recommendation she had written herself.

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It was not the sense that something had been there. It was the sense that something was still there, palpable but not visible. A sense (and now he thought he was really losing his mind) that the forest was grieving, or that something in it was dying…a feeling, if he had to name it, that evil had been there.

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Maybe you were visited by… an angel, Carl said. An angel dressed as a biker? Tommy asked.

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In a low voice Sara told them about going to the park, seeing a man, and then not paying much attention to him until suddenly he was pushing a gun into her ribs as she unlocked her front door. He said he had to kill me or someone would kill him.

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The last book, the one on the bottom, was a copy of the 1,500-page Gray's Anatomy. The weight was all wrong in her hands. She opened the cover, revealing a space hollowed out with surgical precision.

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Tommy locked his doors, armed his security system, replaced all the 9-volt batteries in his smoke detectors, made sure the gun in his dresser drawer was loaded, and went to bed where, before falling asleep, he recited a psalm from memory, with an emphasis on one line in particular: yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me...

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Fire was everything Joey wanted to be. Exciting. Dangerous. Beautiful. Destructive. And yet he controlled it. Other people were too boring, too afraid to do what he did.

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Would it be possible for somebody to hypnotize you into killing somebody?

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Jenna stumbled backward, her eyes on the woman who slammed the door behind her with one foot while both hands held a gun. A big gun. Pointed right at Jenna.

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But sociopaths don't see other people as people. Something's wrong with their wiring, Nicole said. They don't have any empathy, and they don't feel fear. So they don't feel guilty when they kill. If anything, they feel powerful.

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But she's your daughter! You think I don't know that? Donna Mitchell's dark eyes, so like Allison't own, drilled into her. But I don't do her any favors if I keep enabling her. I'm not going to rescue Lindsay from the consequences of her own self-destructive behavior anymore. The last time she was here, I told her if she left that was it. And she still did.

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The only way out was to do what Sissy demanded—go out and kill this woman and her little boy. And then try to forget he had ever done it.

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At their ten-year high school reunion, they realized they all had something in common: crime. Cassidy covered it, Nicole investigated it, and Allison prosecuted it. At the time, Nicole was working for the Denver FBI field office, but not long afterward she was transferred to Portland. At Allison's suggestion the three women met for dinner, and a friendship began. They had half-jokingly christened themselves the Triple Threat Club in honor of the Triple Threat Chocolate Cake they had shared that day.

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He's a med student, Cassidy protested. Someone who is supposed to save lives, not take them.

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Elizabeth. A killer. A sociopath. A human scorpion. And Cassidy had let her ride on her back.

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These days everything went through the filter of knowing that she might be dying. And not a lot made it through.

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He'd been fearless on the football field, but he couldn't fight what he couldn't see or understand. Suddenly, he wasn't feeling fearless anymore.

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Without hesitation, she made a fist and hit herself in the right eye, her knuckles making contact with the top of her cheekbone. And then she poured milk into her coffee.

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Which was crazier, she wondered, seeing patterns when they weren't there, or ignoring patterns when they obviously were?

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Then there were Cassidy and Allison, her best friends. She knew she could count on them to support her, at least in their own ways. But either of them, when faced with something that might be bearing down on her like a freight train—how rational and lucid would they be?

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It was times like these that she questioned the path she'd chosen—she wanted to do work that was important, that made a difference, and she was good at what she did, but she was still shocked and disheartened by the evil things people did to each other.

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This man wouldn't stop until he killed Korena. Killed her. Clark couldn't let that happen.

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