#detect

You've a pretty good nerve," said Ratchett. "Will twenty thousand dollars tempt you?" It will not." If you're holding out for more, you won't get it. I know what a thing's worth to me." I, also M. Ratchett." What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal - I do not like your face, M. Ratchett," he said. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#detective #express #fiction #hercule #murder

I was so high, I needed a stepladder to scratch my own ass. ↗

— Kinky Friedman

#funny #funny

The main rub was the lack of RnR and I burned out. Three years and three stripes later, I ejected from the MP Corps, vowing I'd never do police or criminal investigative work again. Instead, I returned home when I should've learned better. ↗

— Ed Lynskey

#noir #private-detective #suspense #thriller #home

Has anyone ever told you," I said, "that you coalesce reality?" "No. They only say that I'm good in the sack." "They are accurate but limited," I said. "And if you give me their names I'll kill them. ↗

— Robert B. Parker

#humor #spenser #humor

It seems you can’t go anywhere today without seeing some popular culture rendition of Vampyres. I went into a bookstore a few weeks ago and there was an entire section devoted to Teenage Paranormal Romance. Can you imagine? ↗

— Abramelin Keldor

#paranormal-romance #imagination

You can't defend. You can't prevent. The only thing you can do is detect and respond. ↗

— Bruce Schneier

#detect #only #prevent #respond #the only thing

If anyone ever told five-year-olds the truth about life, he thought, there’d be a rash of kindergarten suicides. ↗

— P.J. Tracy

#live-bait #p-j-tracy #life

It was always the same for her when she arrived to meet the body. After she unbuckled her seat belt, after she pulled a stick pen from the rubber band on the sun visor, after her long fingers brushed her hip to feel the comfort of her service piece, what she always did was pause. Not long. Just the length of a slow deep breath. That's all it took for her to remember the one thing she will never forget. Another body waited. She drew the breath. And when she could feel the raw edges of the hole that had been blown in her life, Detective Nikki Heat was ready. She opened the car door and went to work . . . Heat could have made it easier on herself by parking closer, but this was another of her rituals: the walk up. Every crime scene was a flavor of chaos, and these two hundred feet afforded the detective her only chance to fill the clean slate with her own impressions. ↗

— Richard Castle

#detective #detective-fiction #life

Captain Crawford didn't like the idea of any kind of murder, but he went at it patiently and honestly and with none of the stupidity and bombast and rubber-hose techniques that Los Angeles crime fiction writers had led me to expect. I'd gotten the impression that unless a gifted amateur in love with the lady got himself almost beaten to a pulp and practically inside the lethal gas chamber before he unmasked the venal and brutalized constabulary, any innocent bystander they could get their hands on was a gone duck. ↗

— Leslie Ford

#detectives #policemen #love

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#noir #men