Steve Rush > Quotes

“What do you intend to do when you wake up? Will you proclaim the truth or continue to hide behind your façade?”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“A killer must focus on details, Vanessa.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“Birdie slid out the chair to his left, crawled up onto it, shifted to sit, and crossed her arms on the table. “I heard my daddy tell Mommy somebody painted your picture on a barn. He said the police are going to imbestigate you.”

“He did?”

She bobbed her head. “He said you looked like the devil. Are you the devil?”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“Instinct told Neil what to do. Training taught him how to do it. Calculated motion. Full awareness of the unman and his surroundings. No immediate threat to bystanders.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“The artist’s rendition displayed evidence of a warped mind. Malevolence flaunted in the form of a portrait painted with blood.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“One after another, deliberate actions focused on Neil. He identified no reason. For fifteen months, he lived in harmony with the church and the community. An assault on him and his character began the past Saturday evening. Someone painted his portrait in blood on the barn wall and contrived evidence to implicate him in the murders.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“Flashes of disbelief trekked in multiple directions. Each one faded into despair.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“Secrets and lies, Neil. Both result in trouble for the one who harbors them if relied upon to maintain sanity. People once confided in me until they heard what happened.” He rubbed his fingers along the scars on his cheek. “I never betrayed their confidence. That’s the way it must be. It’s the other kind of secrets that brings trouble. The ones you’d hate for anyone to know.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“Take your shower, Mr. Indifference. Wash off her scent while you’re at it.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“The woodland made it impossible to run in a straight line. She ran deeper, unsure of her bearing or when she might find civilization. Headlights ahead to the right preceded a drumming of tires on the pavement. The truck stopped. Sharnee altered her course toward the truck and screamed. Fifteen seconds later she pitched forward as if someone grabbed her ankle and threw her to the ground.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse