Just Another Missing Person Quotes
"You can’t hide one body, but you can hide a body in a hundred pieces."
"In crimes like this, many perpetrators kill their victim if they feel they are too good a witness."
"It’s because a young, attractive woman has disappeared, that it’s because it’s late, unseasonably cold."
"It turns out you can stay off social media, you can never get into debt, into criminality, into any kind of strife. But sometimes circumstances come after you."
"It’s much easier to get away with murder than with assault, because your one witness is dead."
"The calm has disappeared, the hurricane has arrived."
"His weapon isn’t a gun, or a knife. It’s a secret."
"Male DNA would be found, but, unless he has a record, it could be anyone. A friend. A colleague. A mechanic."
"Her daughter who likes Walkers Sensations, delivering a great comeback and complaining about companies on social media in the hope of coupons."
"She doesn’t give a shit about being popular, and therefore is."
"She stops and stands there, alone, and that is when the enormity of what has happened to her descends, like she’s opened a shaft to hell."
"At every turn of her life, she’s tried to do what a good mother and a good police officer would do—hasn’t she?"
"Art is the only person on the planet who would understand, but she can’t tell him."
"In giving him her secret, she would be making a trade, she knows it."
"She can hear the sea beyond the windows. The tide’s out. It ruffles like a taffeta dress."
"The analysts will be going through Olivia’s vast online presence, but Julia starts now, too."
"Because that is the only thing that will truly, truly help: finding Olivia."
"She’s no good at forensics, but she must know more than most, and this might be enough."
"Julia’s heart is full as she listens to Genevieve, and even to Art."
"She’d do it again, she thinks recklessly, as she turns the first page of Olivia’s documents."
"Jonathan arrives at the entrance to her office. 'You look absolutely knackered,' he says."
"Maybe Jonathan will help her to find Olivia. And, if she finds Olivia alive... the problem is solved."
"ABC: Assume nothing, Believe nothing, Challenge everything."
"It’s a large, warm room, and every single time Julia comes in here she remembers the one single time Art came over."
"Julia is plate-spinning. Doing things that are not the DCI’s job—like watching CCTV."
"The moon is up, a white haze around it, the streets quiet and black."
"She doesn’t mind this strange facet of modern policing. Enjoys it, in fact."
"She thinks about last year’s investigation, and Sadie. Genevieve’s mugging happened right in the middle of the first week."
"Julia wishes she could say how she truly feels, while standing there, outside the police station, mic’d up."
"The surroundings add to the chaos. If you don’t already think you’re fucked, having to sit on a bench nailed to the floor will only add to the vibe."
"Sometimes, parenthood isn’t an internal argument, assessing and reassessing your child. Sometimes, it is action."
"Grief that is the price I pay for having loved you so much."
"The rhythms of life have started coming back to me and Yolanda, so gradually you’d miss it, like a tide coming in."
"I’m thinking about how alive I am. That your life was probably taken from you, but mine has not been, not completely."
"I have spent so long arguing with myself over your innocence I have forgotten something: that, sometimes, parenthood is action."
"We may have felt like we had moved to Mars, but we could go forward."
"She’s done a deal with the devil. And, someday soon, she will pay."
"I have out a single glass ashtray that I used to have with me when you were a baby and—forgive me—that single cigarette in the garden, late, was the best part of my day."
"The evidence in Olivia’s case is strange in this way. Nothing tangible. Nothing she could interview on, arrest on. But things that don’t add up, regardless."
"You have a duty to provide it eventually. Why not just do it now?"
"The thing is, since you left, we both still behave weirdly at times, erratically."
"Imagine if you were only those electronic footprints, and nothing more: would the world believe you were real?"
"I won’t be able to populate this phone with your history, sadly. But what can you do?"
"Imagine if he was arrested, properly this time: searched, cautioned, lawyers, the lot."
"Imagine if...no, I can’t allow my mind to go there, that bright star of a place where you are found, alive."
"A way of keeping you with me, I suppose. As though, if an avatar of you is out there on Instagram, your light hasn’t yet gone out."
"It’s so easy to make someone exist, I almost wonder if I can magic you back."
"The pursuit of justice burns bright across my chest."
"I never thought it would end up here. Never, ever, ever."
"But I don’t want to arrest you, Lewis. I should have found your daughter."
"And how this nefarious, illegal activity is for you, to find out what happened to you."
"The things desperate men do for their daughters."
"You can never take back an accusation, and he’s never once made one against her."
"I don’t know what that is. The oldest and easiest lie in the book: I don’t know."
"I am sitting on the edge of your bed, trying to pluck up the nerve to call your therapist."
"I thought they would believe she existed for long enough to arrest Andrew."
"I have never needed to understand the tech to cover my tracks."
"I don’t know. Didn’t want to confess, so took them home."
"Sadie’s father had called you five times the morning after Sadie disappeared."
"People only ever hide things intentionally, though they may say otherwise."
"Old clothes. School books. Something anodyne. Or, even better: an explanation."
"The door closes with an echo that travels all the way down the empty corridor, and then back up, like the shout of somebody dying."
"Tragedy can strike at any time. It could be you."
"Another missing woman, blond, goes by Marilyn."
"The strong gloved hand, the voice. Julia didn’t recognize anything about him."
"I remember Zac, when he died and you got that case."
"Julia’s not yet given up, even though she knows it’s futile."
"I have been thinking about—you know . . . Zac."
"I have no idea. What about—you know . . . do you feel you have to tell somebody?"
"I can keep your secrets, Julia. But now—we find out what happened to Sadie."
"It’s your kid," he had said, "God, Julia, of course you did it."