“Anger is such a waste of time and energy. It takes a monumental effort,” — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“An ordinary home about to be shattered. I’d rather cut off my hand than look into Belinda Horner’s eyes and ask her to identify… — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“I’ve known a lot of cops like him over the years. Veterans, usually. Older. They have experience, but they lack the humanity that would… — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“The familiarity is balm for my soul and I take a moment to soak it in, hoping my emotions don’t choose this moment to… — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“Thunder growled in the distance, a beast prowling the countryside, hungry and snuffling the air for blood. He crossed the wet grass of the… — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“God knows, I’m no expert on relationships, but I do know when something’s good. And this thing we’ve created between us is precious and… — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“Standing at the bar, he watched the bartender pour another shot. He downed it in a single gulp. The alcohol scalded his oesophagus and… — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“Anger is such a waste of time and energy. It takes a monumental effort,” — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“Sleep is a fickle thing that has little to do with fatigue and everything to do with peace of mind.” — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“I feel as if we're the centre of the universe and a kind God has blessed two imperfect people with a perfect moment.” — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“Those memories press into me like rude, insistent fingers as I walk toward the back door.” — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“Yeah, well, I have my .38 to back me up in case he mistakes me for the weaker sex.” — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“He didn’t know why he was running away. Maybe because being close to someone took a hell of a lot more guts than being… — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“He was as fucked up as a man could be and still be walking around.” — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
“They trudged through a deep snowdrift. Then, as if blocked by some invisible force field, they stopped. John had seen a lot of crime… — Linda Castillo Copy Share Image
