Quote by Stuart MacBride Download Open image ““Uh-huh. We’re about … five minutes away? Maybe less? … Still can’t believe it: a real murder!”” — Stuart MacBride ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“We might be a bit slow on some things down in the South, but we know murder.” — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“Her gun was twenty seconds away, her friends three minutes, and the police five minutes. Her choice was obvious.” — Karin Kaufman Copy Share Image
“You need have no fear. But were I to meet you, sir, you would lie dead at my feet within the space of five… — Georgette Heyer Copy Share Image
“I decided that maybe we left each other alone too much. Leaving each other alone was killing us.” — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“I can’t believe you gave me twenty minutes notice to meet your family! I could kill you right now!” — Jamie McGuire Copy Share Image
“Five minutes ago is gone, never to be seen again. Five minutes from now, isn't here yet....What are you going to do with it?” — T. L. Henry Copy Share Image
“You died. I cried. And kept on getting up. A little slower. And a lot more deadly.” — Assata Shakur Copy Share Image
“As the old saying goes, when seconds count the police are just minutes away.” — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“Finnie kicked a packet of washing powder. "Why am I surrounded by morons? Did I tick the wrong bloody box for room service? I… — Stuart MacBride Copy Share Image
“Ah … politics, Sergeant. When the top brass hand you a turd, you polish it and say, “my, what a lovely jobbie!” That way… — Stuart MacBride Copy Share Image
“Guthrie handed him the mug, a wee pout pulling his pale face out of shape. With his semi-skimmed skin, faint ginger hair, and blond… — Stuart MacBride Copy Share Image
“Logan glanced at the clock on the cooker: nearly five minutes fast. The room was bathed in the pale orange glow of the overcast… — Stuart MacBride Copy Share Image
“Must be nice to be a seagull. You eat, you sleep, you shag, and if you’re having a bad day you can shite on… — Stuart MacBride Copy Share Image
“Ina stood and shuffled over to the urn on the fireplace. Stroked it with a twisted finger. "How are we supposed to get more… — Stuart MacBride Copy Share Image
“What about Ding-Dong?" "Detective Inspector Bell couldn't find his arse with both hands if you duct-taped them to it. Come on.” — Stuart MacBride Copy Share Image
“Blah, blah, blah, regret to inform you that DI Gray has tendered his resignation; blah, blah, blah; opportunity to reward performance; blah, blah, blah;… — Stuart MacBride Copy Share Image
“The real me died years ago. I died and I went to hell. This is hell.” — Stuart MacBride Copy Share Image
“Steel squared her shoulders. "Ladies, and gentlemen, are are no' at home to Mr Fuckup today. Who are we no' at home to?" The… — Stuart MacBride Copy Share Image