Lisa Regan > Quotes

“Fear was a fist in her chest, squeezing her heart into her throat.”
― Lisa Regan, Vanishing Girls

“Sometimes family hurt you far worse than any depraved stranger.”
― Lisa Regan, Finding Claire Fletcher

“In the nowhere place between sleeping and waking, it was easy to imagine”
― Lisa Regan, Finding Claire Fletcher

“Fear wrapped its calloused fingers around her heart, squeezing hard.”
― Lisa Regan, Her Mother's Grave

“Many rapes went unreported because it was just too difficult for the victims to tell their stories over and over”
― Lisa Regan, Finding Claire Fletcher

“It’s not so much the press as the unthinking masses who take everything they read to heart.”
― Lisa Regan, Finding Claire Fletcher

“attention. Billy lit his second cigarette from the end of his first one and flicked the butt to the ground as Linc heaved himself off his bike. Billy felt the heat of his gaze. Then heard his gravelly voice. “You’re that hang-around, aren’t you? The one’s been sittin’ at the bar lately.” “Yeah,” Billy answered, “I—” but his words were swallowed up by sounds his brain couldn’t quite process right away. A rush of air, a squeal of tires, the screech of metal against metal, and the howl of”
― Lisa Regan, Her Final Confession

“She imagined herself as a fire, starting out slow and growing until she lit up the whole room. When he opened the door she would burst—an explosion of grief, hate, and anger.”
― Lisa Regan, Vanishing Girls

“Claire blew out a breath, not even realizing she’d been holding it. “Yes. It gets easier. With time, with therapy, with love.” She sought out a soothing memory to combat the horrific memories the conversation had brought to the fore. She thought about Connor. His kind eyes, the way she felt in his arms. “But you have to let people in. I mean, I think. I’m not that great at it.”
― Lisa Regan, Losing Leah Holloway

“He picked up the knife, flipped it open, and used the tip of it beneath my chin to hold my head up. I looked into his eyes. Wild eyes. Green and brown. I’d seen them before.”
― Lisa Regan, Aberration

“Insomnia is one of the ways that stress and anxiety, particularly surrounding trauma, manifest physically. It can be crippling.”
― Lisa Regan, Face Her Fear

“Gently, he pulled the cover away from Leah’s body, folding it down, stopping just above her pubic mound. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. Aside from the coroner’s massive Y-shaped incision on her torso and the waxy paleness of her skin, she might only have been sleeping. Her large breasts fell to each side. Connor saw immediately what Davey wanted them to see. It sent an electric jolt through his body. “Three bite marks,” Davey said, pointing to each one with a gloved finger. “One on the anterior aspect of the left shoulder, one on the lower, outer quadrant of the right breast, and one to the anterior of the right hip. From what I can tell, they are about three to four days old. I’ve already done the comparison to the four Soccer Mom Strangler victims. They are the same.” Connor had never known his colleagues to be rendered speechless, but even he could think of nothing to say. Davey clapped his hands in the air, then waved in each one of their faces. “Did you hear me, Detectives? Leah Holloway has bite marks on her body that match those of the Soccer Mom Strangler.”
― Lisa Regan, Losing Leah Holloway

“I’m afraid so.” “He tried to kill a seventeen-year-old girl. A defenseless girl. In a police station. What is more brazen and out of control than that? How could a judge allow it?” Noah sighed. “You know how these things work, Josie. He’s a city councilman. A fine, upstanding citizen with no prior history of violence or a criminal record. Not so much as a parking ticket.” His words dripped with sarcasm, and she knew he was quoting Pierce Fuller’s attorney. “He’s a devoted husband with deep ties to the community. Not a flight risk at all. The judge gave him bail and his wife posted it.” Josie stood up and smoothed down her polo shirt and jeans from the night before. Powder and what looked like oatmeal from the Mills’ kitchen still clung to her pantlegs. “Unbelievable. Not even an ankle bracelet to ensure he doesn’t come near Alison again?” “I’m afraid not.” Josie thought about how this would make Alison feel—knowing this man was still out there, free, after he had walked into a police station and tried to kill her.”
― Lisa Regan, Local Girl Missing

“She saw him go, like the coil inside a lightbulb fades; the flicker of life in his eyes dimmed until there was nothing left but empty glass orbs.”
― Lisa Regan, The Girl With No Name

“You can’t always be all roses and sweetness,” she had always told Josie. “That don’t get shit done.”
― Lisa Regan, Vanishing Girls

“Lisette Matson’s gnarled hands shuffled the deck of playing cards like a magician.”
― Lisa Regan, Vanishing Girls

“I know what it’s like to be terrorized, Miss Fletcher.” And just like that, Claire knew why she was familiar. “You were attacked.” Kassidy grimaced. “Yes. In my home. By a serial rapist who should have been in prison.”
― Lisa Regan, Losing Leah Holloway

“don’t do it because I need comfort. There is no comfort for this. I cry because it lets some of the tension out. It helps me let go of some of the sadness and sorrow. It reminds me I’m still human.”
― Lisa Regan, Her Deadly Touch

“Connor saw immediately what Davey wanted them to see. It sent an electric jolt through his body. “Three bite marks,” Davey said, pointing to each one with a gloved finger. “One on the anterior aspect of the left shoulder, one on the lower, outer quadrant of the right breast, and one to the anterior of the right hip. From what I can tell, they are about three to four days old. I’ve already done the comparison to the four Soccer Mom Strangler victims. They are the same.” Connor had never known his colleagues to be rendered speechless, but even he could think of nothing to say. Davey clapped his hands in the air, then waved in each one of their faces. “Did you hear me, Detectives? Leah Holloway has bite marks on her body that match those of the Soccer Mom Strangler.”
― Lisa Regan, Losing Leah Holloway

“Are you saying… are you saying this never goes away?” “I don’t know.” Alison considered this. “What if it doesn’t? What if it never goes away?” “You live with it,” Josie said. Alison lifted a hand and pressed it to her chest. “Live with it? That’s it? That’s your answer? What kind of adult are you, anyway?” Josie said, “The kind who believes that lying to you and giving you some kind of bullshit platitude about death and grief and guilt is not going to serve you at all. It’s never served me. The truth, Alison, is that these things you’re feeling? They’re here. They’re tough. They can be crippling. But no matter how much pain you’re in, how much guilt you feel, it changes nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not one tiny thing.”
― Lisa Regan, Local Girl Missing

“be”
― Lisa Regan, Her Mother's Grave

“if I were the one lifeless and crushed beneath the”
― Lisa Regan, Finding Claire Fletcher

“then toward the door. She smiled tightly. “They’re both”
― Lisa Regan, Vanishing Girls

“Josie hadn’t realized how much of a train wreck she was until she got into the Chief’s bathroom and saw herself in the mirror.”
― Lisa Regan, Local Girl Missing

“For the first time since she opened the door, concern blanketed her face. “Locate him? What do you mean?” Josie said, “Mrs. Calvert, at approximately seven this morning, my colleague and I were traveling on Widow’s Ridge Road. It was foggy. We were attempting to pull over. We came upon your husband attacking a teenage girl on the shoulder of the road.” Tori stared at them for a long moment, several emotions trying themselves on her face: bewilderment, skepticism, fear, confusion, shock, and then incredulity. She laughed. The baby laughed in response, waving the slimy strand of hair clutched in her tiny hand through the air, as if in victory. “Now I know you have the wrong person,” said Tori. “That’s absurd. My husband would never do something like that. Also, as I said, he’s been at work all day.” They said nothing. Rolling her eyes, she shifted the baby again and turned away from them. “Fine. I’ll just call him and you’ll see.”
― Lisa Regan, Local Girl Missing

“half-dozen spots. The three of them got”
― Lisa Regan, The Couple's Secret

“Feist”
― Lisa Regan, Cold Heart Creek

“He’s over at the Norton’s”
― Lisa Regan, Kill For You

“her frustration with the Bowersville police department rose up like acid reflux”
― Lisa Regan, The Girl With No Name

“FORTY-EIGHT She is almost fifteen when her father shows his true colors. It is the garage again. This time she is looking for empty plastic soda bottles for a school project. The recycling bin will have plenty. It is mid-afternoon on a weekday. Her school dismissed early due to a bomb threat that turned out to be nothing more than rumors. All of her friends went out to lunch, but Pea is home. She hasn’t felt like doing much of anything since The Day Her World Shattered. Her father is up her ass about school on a daily basis though, so she decides to get an early start on her project. This time, it’s not a gaggle of men that she sees. Instead it is only her father. He stands over his handiwork, chest heaving, a look of bloodlust and absolute satiation on his face that sends Pea’s stomach plummeting. Before she can turn away, he sees her. He smiles. A voice in her mind tells her to run but where would she go? This is it. This is what she has in life. This is her life. She can run, but this man will always be her father. She hears something dripping, sees her father turn toward her, hands at his sides. He says, “I had to, Pea.”
― Lisa Regan, Local Girl Missing