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“Possible ID, leather jacket.” In his ear, the team confirmed the sighting. On the bench, Luisa set down her salad and put a hand on her purse. Vasquez turned to face the guy, his eyes a question. The man in the leather jacket slipped his hand into his right front pocket.”
― Marcus Sakey, Brilliance

“Someone’s hand clamps down on my shoulder and it’s one of the men trimming the vegetables on Baldwin Street. He wears a white apron stained with dirt and smears of green and red. “Go from here,” he says to me.”
― Michael Redhill, Bellevue Square

“I do my own habitual scan. I’ve already completed mental check-offs of the drunks, the painfully pierced, and there have been two iced coffees and a couple sharing a starfruit. Miriam is back in her spot. I go over and ask her, “If you could go back in time and kill Hitler as a baby, would you?”
― Michael Redhill, Bellevue Square

“I can’t get access to all that,” I said. “I’ve tried.” “Isn’t there anything on the case files?” “There aren’t any case files. That’s the problem. These aren’t murders. They aren’t even, for the most part, suspicious deaths. They are just people who have died. Once they’ve been collected by the funeral directors they’re no longer a police matter. The families, if we can find them, are informed, and that’s the end of our involvement in it. Nothing is recorded; there’s no point. For the people who do have families, I have next to no information at all. It’s only the ones who are unclaimed that still remain of interest.” He was leaning forward in his seat, frowning. Listening. “You know it was me who”
― Elizabeth Haynes, Human Remains