They put on fresh gloves and got back to business. Jazz wiped up the blood splatters in the freezer and tossed the… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
Are you stalking me, Mr. Fulton?" The idea both amused and horrified Jazz. — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
Not according to this," Jazz said, taking the report. "No evidence of sexual activity or anything like it." "Well, there's that," Howie… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
Jazz hadn't given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he'd told her enough… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
Jazz spent a chunk of the day fantasizing about ways to kill his grandmother, plotting them and planning them in the most… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
“People can wonder and ponder and imagine all they want. But their curiosity does not entitle them to enter my world.” — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
“See, forgiveness doesn't happen all at once. It's not an event -- it's a process. Forgiveness happens while you're asleep, while you're dreaming, while… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
“Can they, like get fingerprints from her neck? Can they catch the guy that way?” “This guy isn’t an amateur. He probably used gloves.”… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
“Someone's on the rag," she chides, then grabs her crotch as if adjusting a cup. "And it's not me.” — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
Here’s the thing about baseball-it’s not the individual sport I thought it was. Turns out I was wrong about that. Yeah, the batter is… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
This is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore. — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the… — Barry Lyga Copy Share Image
