She was used to representing women who felt like this, not hiding a secret in the dark herself. p. 64

He had always preached the gospel: there is always another soldier. p. 45

"No," he said. "That's Lieutenant Boxer. She' s Homicide. A real bitch on wheels, I hear." p. 28

It had been eighteen months since he died. I was ready to put it behind me, to open myself to someone, if someone happened to be on the scene. p. 40

I walked out on the Lance Hart professor of Romance Languages before I blew him up. p. 103

I took a breath and stared into those very blue eyes. "You just make sure you're not an asshole, Joe Molinari." p. 193

Every time I glanced in the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of my own eyes, I kept thinking, I've seen those eyes before. On the job. On the faces...