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.

The world is filled with good, but it's equally overwhelmed with bad. People who commit horror and evil. You have to concentrate on what you can do, what you can influence. The ones who you can hunt down.

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?

This is the problem when you create enemies, Erika. They go off and plot, and often flourish in the shade.

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

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

Context is everything.

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

coming and then there wasn’t even time for gas and

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

Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, While night's black agents to their preys do rouse. William Shakespeare, Macbeth

But those same eyes were beginning to crease at the corners, her forehead bore too many lines and her face was beginning to sag.

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.

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

What time is it?’ asked Crane. ‘Jesus, he’s under a fucking clock,’ said Sparks. He

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

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

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.

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.

DCI William Chase,

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.

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.

Context is everything. - Prof Nick Fennimore

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

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

There’s no other phone in the house?’ ‘Just the landline downstairs.

I sometimes wish that the internet had never been invented. Too many people with too much time to indulge their sick fantasies.

jump in at any time and type. Whoever is chatting with Keith online won’t be any

is that all?

You can’t take away the pain she feels, or the grief, but you can ease it for her every time she looks up and finds you standing beside her.

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

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

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

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

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

suffered from dwarfism –

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

instinct is telling me that this could be our killer. And

found for a JordiLevi.

You can come back to work. You can

you could use it to kill yourself. No pain, just

backing onto a tall brick building.

asked Erika. ‘On the bedside table. It was still plugged

His death was something she felt she would never get over, and this, coupled with the guilt that she was responsible for it, put a skewer through her heart many

He was in control of every aspect of his profession and he deferred to no one. In his private life, however, he was clueless.

My point is that bad people are everywhere. The world is filled with good, but it’s equally overwhelmed with bad.

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

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

men: their petulance, their sexual deviance, the way they resorted to violence when they wanted to control

What she hadn’t expected was how she would feel about ageing. It was as if they were moving even further apart in her mind. The

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.

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!

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

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

a particularly well-gummed-up jar of Marmite.

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

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.

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

I was one of the many millions who read half of The Goldfinch.

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

Marsh,

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.

I've had too many years of people underestimating me. Thinking I'm weak. Walking all over me. Abusing me. I am NOT WEAK. I have POWER. Mental and physical POWER, and I've unlocked it.

Angst, zo wist Simone, heerste vooral 's nachts. Wanneer alle anderen de wereld tijdelijk lijken te hebben verlaten, liggen de slapelozen eenzaam en alleen, gestrand in het halfdonker.

The Queen Anne Hospital was housed in a decaying red-brick building, and the geriatric ward could be a dark and challenging place. Watching people unravel both mentally and physically took its toll on the senses.

Gregory Munro was drugged; he had a huge dose of flunitrazepam in his body. Flunitrazepam is used as a date rape drug. Whoever broke in made time to drug him, and then waited for the drug to take effect,’ added Erika.

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.

And now she was home, she realised she’d found yet another way to miss him. She missed coming home to him sitting on the sofa, watching television. She missed having someone to talk to, someone to get her out of her own head. Here, she just had the four bare walls closing in on her.

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

the security system before they cut the power. ‘Now, I want the usual drill: a door-to-door on Laurel Road and the surrounding streets. Uniform has already made progress with this, but I want everyone who lives on that street, or who was in the area, interviewed. Pull all records on Gregory Munro: bank, phone, emails, social

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.

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.

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

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