Lis Wiehl Quotes

Which was crazier, she wondered, seeing patterns when they weren't there, or ignoring patterns when they obviously were?

Elizabeth. A killer. A sociopath. A human scorpion. And Cassidy had let her ride on her back.

Cassidy had been drawn to the crime beat because of its guaranteed drama. It offered murders, kidnappings, armed robbery, and the occasional hostage situation. But predictable it wasn’t.

The only way out was to do what Sissy demanded—go out and kill this woman and her little boy. And then try to forget he had ever done it.

Cassidy was watching Elizabeth with something like awe. This was a side to her that Allison hadn’t seen before. Cassidy seemed to long for this woman’s approval, automatically doing everything a little bigger and better any time Elizabeth’s gaze turned in her direction

"So are you saying," Allison asked, "that there's a little bit of sociopath in all of us?"

There were three types of people in the world, Elizabeth believed. Some, like Cassidy, were naïve and full of ridiculous scruples that held them back from ever enjoying life. Others, like that Allison and Nicole, were phonies who pretended to care about others. And some—only a few—were like her. Strong enough to take what they could. And smart enough not to get caught.

Jenna stumbled backward, her eyes on the woman who slammed the door behind her with one foot while both hands held a gun. A big gun. Pointed right at Jenna.

Without hesitation, she made a fist and hit herself in the right eye, her knuckles making contact with the top of her cheekbone. And then she poured milk into her coffee.