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

“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

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

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

“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

“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

“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

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

“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

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

“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

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

“freedom. To be able to move three of my limbs, curl up my body, touch my swollen face! To be able to”
― Lisa Regan, Finding Claire Fletcher

“ameliorate”
― Lisa Regan, Vanishing Girls

“Claire would have felt like prey. As it was, she already felt like the woman already knew everything Claire was thinking. She exuded intelligence, like perfume wafting across the table. Claire reached up and tugged at an unruly curl, reminding herself that she wasn’t an idiot. She was, after all, a college graduate now. She’d gotten into veterinary school, which was harder to get into than medical school. A smile fought its way onto Claire’s face. “I’m not sure what I can offer you, Agent Bishop.” “Call me Kassidy. In the interest of full disclosure, I’ve read your file.” “My file? Oh, right.” Claire had nearly forgotten that she had an FBI file. Of course Kassidy had read it. “You’re quite exceptional,” Kassidy said. “Because I survived?” “You must know that while stranger abduction is rare, the survival rate among victims is very low.” “Yes, I’m aware.” “We’re seeing more cases of children recovered alive after stranger abductions, but it is extremely uncommon.”
― Lisa Regan, Losing Leah Holloway

“was coming out of the store, a bag containing two pints of mint chocolate chip ice cream slung over one wrist, when he stopped to light a cigarette. He inhaled deeply and checked his watch; he could have two cigarettes and still be home in time for dinner. His wife didn’t like it when he smoked. In his periphery, he saw a woman heading over to her minivan. The flash of her silver hair in the sun as she stumbled through the parking lot caught his eye. He watched her walk in a full circle before fumbling with”
― Lisa Regan, Her Final Confession

“his”
― Lisa Regan, Kill For You

“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

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

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

“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

“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

“be”
― Lisa Regan, Her Mother's Grave

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