Abeer

“No, my friend Hastings," he would say; "we leave that to Giraud and his friends. Hercule Poirot's methods are his own. Order and method, and 'the little gray cells.' Sitting at ease in our own arm-chairs we see the things that these others overlook, and we do not jump to the conclusion like the worthy Japp.”
― Agatha Christie, The Big Four

“Somebody beaten? Probably the Heiligs. Somebody dead? You tell a lie that big, it swallows you. You have to live inside it for the rest of your life.”
― Alex Smith, Unholy Saints

“You think it’s simple, because the death is the stone, and you just have to follow the ripples back to where it started. But then you have two deaths, two stones, two places where the ripples radiate from. The more people you add, the more people you talk to, the more complicated it gets. You’re basically throwing a fistful of gravel into the pond and trying to make sense of it.”
― Alex Smith, Unholy Saints

“Thanks for being a friend, Robbie,” he said as he started the engine. “I’m going home to drown my sorrows. I’m destined to be alone forever.” “No you’re bloody not,” said Kett, diving into the passenger seat before Balls could drive off. The little man looked at him with an expression of pure hope. “You’re coming with me?” he said. “Because we’re friends?” “No,” said Kett. “I just need you to drive me back to the station.”
― Alex Smith, Truly Madly Deadly