“Mary Kay would come home after being two hours late and sit in her car for a half hour and go through mail and papers, and I'd be just sitting there waiting to go home. After the kids were sleeping...… — Gregg Olsen Copy Share Image
Some of this story is completely true. And some of it isn't. Like truth, evil comes in all sorts of flavors. Some bitter. Some… — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“Her daughter's comment amused Emily. 'I didn't know stalking could be a group activity” — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
Why you need a reason for everything? Reason is something people say to make sense of things that don't make sense. — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“Beetles never stop. They gnaw silently and relentlessly. Guilt is like that too.” — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“She was only fifteen! What is the matter with these kids today? Can't they wait to have sex until they get their driver's license… — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“If she pleaded not guilty, David said she could suggest that the boy had been the agressor, or maybe it was all some teenage… — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“And he'd kill Lily Ann Denton, put her in the trunkm and go to arbys. God. he was hungry. ” — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“But just as no one really knows what it is like to be a mother until she holds her first child, no one who… — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
If only these walls could talk…the world would know just how hard it is to tell the truth in a story in which everyone’s… — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“I'd tell my mother to, you know, go you-know-what herself and I would go help those children. They're in an orphanage and they've got… — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“He always told his girl, "If only these walls could talk... the world would know just how hard it is to tell the truth… — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“And he'd kill Lily Ann Denton, put her in the trunkm and go to arbys. Godm he was hungry. ” — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“touching on the points of two lives that had once intersected, and were now reunited.” — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
“She looked at ways to quantify life. Analytic in nature, her head almost always overruled her heart. Love it? Hate it? She wanted to… — Gregg Olsen Copy Share
