Dci Quotes

DCI Horner's advice to Jack Spratt: "Remember, m'boy," his old boss had said, eyes twinkling, "that if anyone tries to get the better of you, stand up straight and say to yourself in an imperious air, 'I am the new Mrs. de Winter now!' You'll find it works wonders.

It couldn’t have been easy to walk through Sauchiehall Street after closing on a Saturday with some mouthy wee bam shouting, “Fuck me, is that no’ her out of Scooby-Doo?” at you at the top of his lungs.

A radio was playing quietly. Nobody was listening. It was there to drown out the silence.

Because nothing’s real. The dark changes things.

We seem to be sitting around waiting for the next fucking disaster." he said, which went into the official log as - DCI Seawoll felt that our operational posture was too reactive.

We can all see, but can you observe?

It was as if she would never be whole until the secrets of the past were exposed.

Fuck me. You hear that? The clang of that penny dropping?

Oh please tell me we're not doing the Poirot thing again — the suspects in the library with the candlestick or whatever'. Max looked at him [DCI Cotton]. 'Fruitcake in this case. And what would you prefer? A car chase? It’s the most efficient way to flush out a killer, as Dame Agatha Christie well knew.

DCI Chris Hudson is addressing the team. He always seems nice enough. He once opened some double doors for her without looking like he wanted a medal for it.

Exactly,’ Matt agreed. ‘Daft really, isn’t it? I mean, you don’t sit at home and get up every five minutes to go and check if someone’s at your door, do you? So why do we feel the constant need to keep checking our phones?

Bloody hell, mate, what happened to you?” he yelped. “You look like Quasimodo fucked a Muppet.

Emma wondered not for the first time how silence could vary so much in pitch and tone. This silence held a high-pitched scream at its heart.

Believe no-one, doubt everything and remember, everyone lies". ~Prof. Nick Fennimore

When shame is your own, it’s hard enough to bear. When other people are witness to it, it becomes intolerable.

And the loss of a pet was, to many, like losing one of the family.

Even those we’ve loved all our lives are highly unlikely to be perfect.

Context is everything.

What is this?" Logan shrugged. So, that's how she wanted to play it. "This? This is where Mairi was murdered," Logan

You’re a surly, misanthropic git, aren’t you, Ryan?” she said, rhetorically. “I have no idea why I like you so much.

DCI William Chase,

Erika answered her phone. ‘DCI Foster. How are you?’ asked Marsh, sounding insincere and panicky. ‘I now know how a chicken feels seconds before death,’ she quipped.

YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME, DCI FOSTER. WE’VE BOTH KILLED FIVE.

Is there any Earl Grey?" he asked. Logan replied before Sinead could open her mouth. "No, there is not," he said. "You're on duty. You'll have proper tea. You can drink your bloody potpourri on your own time.

He’d lost count of the number of grieving spouses, parents, or children whose final words with their loved ones had been in anger. He’d held mothers who wished, more than anything, they could take back the last thing they’d said to their child before they’d headed on a night out. He’d watched husbands break down, stricken by the lack of affection they’d shown their wives in those final days, haunted by some of the things they’d said or done.

How could pain that wasn’t inflicted by a physical assault hurt so much? How could emotional distress turn into this agonising emptiness?

what that meant. He could spend the night

But you’re the police, aren’t you?’ ‘Not all of it, no,’ Harry said.

throw meat in pot, add veg, pour booze on it” really counts as a recipe.

Go to the Hobbit House, interview a pensioner. You’ll have a great time,” he snarled.

Well, she thought, I made a right cock of that.

always keep an eye open for something that shouldn’t be there, but is, and something that should be, but isn’t.

a particularly well-gummed-up jar of Marmite.

What’s between ‘OK’ and ‘bearable’? Is there a word for that?” “Aye. ‘Marriage,’” Ben said.

Ancient drystone walls were laid across the fells like the thin threads of a giant web cast out by some massive, hidden arachnid.

nettles he’d just waded through, at

Influencers or whatever they're called, earning a living from being vacuous, shallow husks of humanity;

The only thing constant in life is change. The only thing set in stone is that nothing is set in stone.

Hoon ejected when Logan ducked into the hospital room. “If it’s no’ Mr Potato Head. Can I get an autograph? I fucking loved you in the Toy Story films!

Becky was increasingly of the opinion that people were inherently bad; it was just a matter of how well they controlled their badness.

Because, in the dark, I’m equally as frightening as any

Lavrentiy Pavlovich Beria was not used to feeling intimidated. It was rather his job in life to intimidate others.

Context is everything. - Prof Nick Fennimore

Because, in the dark, I’m equally as frightening as any other nasty bastard that’s lurking out there.

I think that’s the hardest lesson I have had to learn as a parent; no matter how much I try, I am not able to guarantee my sons’ happiness and success.

One of the women was a natural bitch – all women recognise them, but men rarely do.

Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is just opinion.” —Democritus

Violet also said she'd be better with no man than the wrong one. That's probably sounder advice.

Or he couldn't stay away from the scene of the crime.' It never ceased to amaze Jude how often criminals gave themselves away by their fatal inability to keep away.

Violent murder tended to kill your appetite for sugar.

the best way to deal with fear was to channel it into productivity.

But he’d never needed convincing how much a privilege it was to own a dog and have them let you be their reason for being.

Procrastination, Tom.’ ‘Yes–I know. It’s the thief of time.’ Leo had given him a smug look. ‘I wasn’t going to say that–I was going to say makes easy things hard, hard things harder.

For some people, life is like that. They filter out the positive and focus on the negative. They make assumptions about what somebody else is thinking, and believe only in the worst possible outcome.

childcare costs a fortune and she can’t get benefits as she’s working more than sixteen hours a week yet she’s on minimum wage. She can’t get any more hours at work, so she’s having to do this a few nights a week to pay bills and childcare.

It was because the place was just the same that made your absence seem a savage force, for under all the gentleness there came an earthquake tremor: fountain, bird and grass were shaken by my thinking of your name. (Elizabeth Jennings: Absence)

Within our working lives, and perhaps even amongst friends, we see deceptions played out before our eyes: people who pretend to be happy when they are aching with sadness, or to like each other when they feel nothing but contempt. Perhaps these are actions of self-preservation, driven by a will to hide our pain from a wider audience. Within a relationship, though, pretence is indeed both unreasonable and illogical. Admit to being the person you really are. Never play that deadly game of charades.

Jude could never quite understand the romantic appeal of the criminal, but it was there before his eyes. Maybe, in the final reckoning, being popular and charismatic - which Adam unquestionably was - was stronger than the fundamentals of fairness and morality.

superintendents, chief inspectors, inspectors, sergeants and constables. If an officer works for CID (Criminal Investigation Department), then he or she will carry the prefix D (for Detective). A DCI is a detective chief inspector, DI is a detective inspector, DS a detective sergeant, and DC a detective constable. Officers not assigned to CID would wear a uniform. (Rebus sometimes refers to these unfortunates as “woolly suits.”) Lowest in the pecking order are the PC (police constable) and WPC (woman police constable).

Finally, let us heed the words of perhaps one of our greatest generals and Presidents, Dwight David Eisenhower  who warned us of the ‘dangers of the military /industrial complex’ but also warned the unrestrained Allen Dulles, then DCI, that ‘your CIA will create a Legacy of Ashes throughout or American history’.  What made Eisenhower great?                  He took us literally out of a failed Korean War initiated by Truman and refused to enter another war –Vietnam War, (unfortunately ultimately initiated by JKF and LBJ.)

dogs are always alert to what their owners are doing. They may give you the impression of being asleep, but you move from your seat, close a book, lean forward, and they’re up on all fours, staring at you, their eyes saying, whatever it is, whatever you’re doing I’m IN!

Sophie opened one sleepy eye. A chink of light had found its way through a gap in the bedroom curtains and was falling on her face. She felt her husband slide his cold body down under the duvet and raised her head. She spotted a steaming mug of tea on her beside cabinet.

We all lie. To ourselves and to each other. We make excuses by referring to our untruths as fibs or white lies, trivialising them as harmless. Or we claim they are necessary to shelter others from hurt. However we try to justify them, whatever their shape or form, they are still lies.

St. Leonard’s Police Station DS Siobhan Clarke (pronounced “Shiv-awn”) DI Derek Linford no friend to Rebus, disliked by Siobhan DCS Gill Templer officer in charge of St. Leonard’s DC David Hynds a new recruit DS George “Hi-Ho” Silvers officer with both eyes on approaching pension DC Grant Hood young and unpredictable officer with a crush on Siobhan DC Phyllida Hawes tough female officer, usually based at Gayfield Square DCI Bill Pryde second in command to DCS Gill Templer The Edward Marber Murder Case Edward Marber murdered Edinburgh art dealer Cynthia Bessant friend of the

Mining communities stripped of their livelihood, chewed up by politicians and spat out to survive, fragmented and directionless. With no work for the younger generation, as one century died and another was born, the older people who’d been the community’s heart were abandoned with little or no support.

At Tulliallan Police College DI John Rebus based at St. Leonard’s police station in Edinburgh DI James “Jazz” McCullough based in Dundee DI Francis Gray based in Glasgow DS Stu Sutherland based in Livingston DI Thomas “Tam” Barclay based in Falkirk DC Allan Ward based in Dumfries DCI Archibald Tennant the Resurrection Men’s boss Andrea Thomson career analyst The Rico Lomax Murder Case Eric “Rico” Lomax murder victim Fenella Rico’s widow “Chib” Kelly Fenella’s current lover, Glasgow bar owner and criminal Richard “Dickie” Diamond Rico’s friend Malky Dickie’s nephew, barman in Edinburgh Jenny Bell Dickie’s onetime girlfriend Bernie Johns deceased Glasgow drug baron

Sometimes she thought of David as an ostrich, burying his head in the sand and forcing himself to believe that all would be well. It was one of the few things about him that she found frustrating. It wasn't so much optimism as an inability to face reality and a tendency to look for the easy way out. It wasn't going to work this time. There was no easy way out.

forgiveness is not something we do for other people—we do it for ourselves. So forgive yourself for being a victim. Look positively to the here and now. Put the past behind you and think of it as somewhere you once visited, and possibly didn’t like very much. “Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” Buddha

LOCKED ROOM" MYSTERY HONORED: The entire crime-writing fraternity yesterday bade a tearful farewell to the last "locked room" mystery at a large banquet held in its honor. The much-loved conceptual chestnut of mystery fiction for over a century had been unwell for many years and was finally discovered dead at 3:15 A.M. last Tuesday. In a glowing tribute, the editor of Amazing Crime declared, "From humble beginnings to towering preeminence in the world of mystery, the 'locked room' plot contrivance will always remain in our hearts." DCI Chymes then gave a glowing eulogy before being interrupted by the shocking news that the 'locked room' concept had been murdered - and in a locked room. The banquet was canceled, and police are investigating.

He didn’t give a damn for the defeatist Kennedy, or indeed for that stuffed-shirt Chamberlain, whom Hitler had comprehensively hoodwinked. Nothing should stand in the way of a murder investigation, however lowly the victim. No doubt Joan’s fate would seem unimportant in the greater scheme of things whenever the Luftwaffe got round to bombing London, but that was nothing to him. It was his job to seek out the truth behind her death, regardless.

Oh, I do. I love it.’ Matt might not be able to see his sergeant, but he knew he was smiling. ‘Great! Why is that?’ ‘Because, in the dark, I’m equally as frightening as any other nasty bastard that’s lurking out there.’ ‘You like frightening people? Aren’t we supposed to be the good guys?’ ‘Oh, I love scaring the shit out of people, Mattie, but only the bad guys.’ Bill chuckled softly. ‘That’s reassuring.’ He was about to say more but heard a sharp intake of breath from his colleague.

He’d had a suspicion before. No, not a suspicion, a concern. A dread. A nagging fear that ate away at him some nights when he lay awake, and wormed its way into his nightmares while he slept. He had always dismissed it, pushed it away, beaten it down. It didn’t make sense. He refused to let it make sense. And yet, it did. Here, now, it was perhaps the only thing that did, and the realisation of that fact knocked the air from Logan’s lungs and threatened to bring him to his knees. Someone connected to the original case.

In the olden days, if you liked a programme on the telly, it was an event. You watched it, then you waited until it was back on the following week, and you watched it again. Maybe you taped it on the video recorder, if you could figure it out. Whatever. There was an element of patience involved. A degree of bloody restraint.” Ben shook his head. His mouth was pulled up like he’d tasted something unpleasant. “Now, it’s all there on demand. It’s all now, now, now. People binge. I mean, what was wrong with just watching something? Why do folk have to binge

How easy it is to blame the present on the past, and allow history to shape the future. How many of us justify our current behaviour by reference to events long gone? Is this true within your relationship? Are you allowing past mistakes to dictate your destiny? If pain has been inflicted by a loved one, you may search for reasons and explanations that simply can’t be found. You pick away at the scar that is trying to heal, and cause the blood to flow again. You seek reassurances that you may never truly believe. The scar becomes ragged and ugly to all who can see it, and you become the walking wounded, waiting to be hurt again. Accept that your history has changed you. Rejoice in your survival. Let the wounds heal to form a stronger, more resilient you, and remember that forgiveness is not something we do for other people—we do it for ourselves. So forgive yourself for being a victim. Look positively to the here and now. Put the past behind you and think of it as somewhere you once visited, and possibly didn’t like very much. “Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” Buddha

Tom had always told her that few things were black and white, and that sometimes good people did bad things.

For Becky, life was simpler when the good behaved themselves, and the bad were the rotten bastards she expected them to be.

In retrospect, I would rather have been with one parent who was genuinely happy than with two who had so many axes to grind you could almost hear them being sharpened.

or perhaps because of, her natural aloofness and her ability to withdraw and view things without emotion. The fact that this extended to her own life, leaving her appearing cold and distant, was beside the point.

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wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Suicide had never been something he had found easy to deal with in his job. It spoke of a level of hopelessness that was outside his comprehension. Even in the bleakest moments of his life he had managed to retain the hope that each day, things would get a little better.

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Right – let’s talk about this woman.’ Becky

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supporter where Imogen’s concerned. Alibi or no alibi, I don’t

We don’t how she got here today,

the punishment. But Julie wouldn’t want

wondered not for the first time how silence could vary so much in pitch and tone. This silence held a high-pitched scream at its heart.

was way off the Richter scale,

off to fling over the back of a chair, and made his

Procrastination, Tom.’ ‘Yes – I know. It’s the thief of time.

few things were black and white, and that sometimes good people did bad things.

Gary had the sort of haircut that required constant brushing back with the fingers, or even—God help us—the occasional flick of the head like a shy girl on her first date.

the screen with his pen.

Let other poets raise a fracas Bout vines, an’ wines, an’ drucken Bacchus, An’ crabbit names an’ stories wrack us, An’ grate our lug: I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us, In glass or jug.” Evans smiled at Stewart in confusion. “Burns on scotch, Mr Evans. A very fine poet and a very fine drink.