“Oh, this was not good. This was not good at all. The word national replayed itself in her mind a few times,… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Taylor and Fitz pulled up to Baptist Hospital’s emergency entrance and parked. Making their way through the emergency-room throng was an adventure.… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Miss Harris, when was the last time you saw your sister?” “On Friday. We grabbed a Starbucks after tennis.” “And you never… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Taylor said a prayer for the man, and apologized out loud. Knowing there was nothing left to do, she turned to leave. As she… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Quinn gave her a warm smile that belied the master/servant nature of their relationship. “Gabrielle, possiamo avere due Coca Lights, per favore? Grazie.” Gabrielle” — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“She tried not to think of her father, once a brief inmate of those twenty-foot-high, three-foot-thick crenellated walls. Now” — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“She turned and eyed Jane, her dark eyes cool. Jane could see the thought process. Competition? Nope. Jane was dismissed after a moment without… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Like her name, Jasmine Allôns was dusky and exotic. The woman bled sensuality, as if she were in a constant state of karmic sexuality—a… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Think of the difficulties facing an exceptionally talented child. A completely controlled existence, a world structured around said child’s genius. Constant work, attention, adulation… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“I hope this means you’re getting a new lab?” “I don’t know, T. I gotta run, we’ve got Aiden’s autopsy done and I need… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“See, I told you it was crazy. My dad was a lot of things, but I can’t imagine he’d stand by and let something… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Taylor didn’t know how the woman stood being the center of so much derision.” — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“Have you been in the room?” “Ain’t but the one key. I tolds ya she didn’t bring it back this mornin’. What’s all this?… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“She turned on her computer, waited for it to boot up. She let her fingers drum a staccato rhythm against her temple. Tap, tap,… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
“When I dropped out, they ostracized me. I stopped going to school, got my GED, and started working here. I needed to find a… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
