339 Quotes About Mystery-suspense

We sat silently, contemplating the ghosts we had created between us, and the difference between our world and that of most people.

She had slumped like a bundle of abandoned knitting.

We drove in silence. The only things we knew about each other revolved around the death of a man who had been her friend and I didn’t want to talk about that, didn’t want to think about murder and men with money.

I had not heard her laugh before. It was subtle and warm as swirled brandy.

I think she knows she’s made a terrible, irreversible mistake, but she can’t stop because if she did, she’d have to acknowledge the mistake and the fact that people really don’t care. They just think she’s a freak.

And, for a moment in time, I’d crossed the line over to evil and used some unethical interrogation techniques to bring him down. I was hoping for a few months of ‘down time.’ Time to reevaluate how I’d let myself cross that line and how to prevent it from ever happening again. Then there was my father. He was quickly succumbing to Alzheimer’s and I wanted to spend more time with him.

I love to feel the sun rub against my pale northern skin, love its fingers reaching down into muscle and bone.

As I moved past the big houses shrouded by dripping trees I fought the urge to look over my shoulder. Looking back would frighten her. I told myself there was nothing unusual about a woman walking the streets at midnight-I did it-but my hindbrain was stirring.

It pleases me to wear silk couture and pearls. I like the way it feels on my skin, the way it fits.