“Smile while you still have teeth.”
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Carol Wyer
“They are clearly talking about me. One of them is right. I don't want to be pretty. I don't want to look nice. I know what happens to pretty girls.” ― Carol Wyer, Little Girl Lost
“DCI William Chase,” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“Night, my handsome little prince,’ she whispered and tiptoed out of the nursery she had so carefully prepared for the birth of her baby, with soft toys all lined up at the head of the cot and a large white toy box in the corner, Alfie’s name spelt out in large letters on it. The heartbeat continued, strong and comforting –a protective force like a mother’s love.” ― Carol Wyer, Last Lullaby
“Ross threw her a look. ‘Don’t you dare say anything. I have a marathon to run in a few weeks and I” ― Carol E. Wyer, Little Girl Lost
“Kate had always been a planner. It had come from her childhood spent alone with her policeman father, one in which she ran the house and their lives because his job gave him little time to handle housework or cooking, and what time they had he wanted to spend with his daughter. As an adult, she’d still write out shopping lists on a magnetic pad affixed to the fridge, adding to the list daily to ensure nothing would be forgotten. Before the advent of GPS, she would plan a journey or trip in a notebook with military precision, working out arrival times or stops along the way, and when it came to work, no one was more methodical than Kate Young. Chris was the yin to her yang, with a devil-may-care attitude and a zest for spontaneity. They balanced each other: he lifting her from too solemn an outlook on life, and she grounding him whenever he had a wild whim to do something so utterly crazy it bordered on foolhardy. Her world was full of order. Some found her too serious-minded and were irritated by her attitude. Others, like William Chase, praised her for it. It got results.” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“finished” ― Carol Wyer, A Life For a Life
“again. He’ll” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“Lady Gaga began to sing about being in the shallow.” ― Carol Wyer, Somebody’s Daughter
“You did an outstanding job. You’re one of the best we have.’ ‘Then heaven help us all,’ she replied, and without a further word, walked back inside.” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“only” ― Carol Wyer, A Cut for a Cut
“Tobias’s mother again. She only repeated what” ― Carol Wyer, A Life For a Life
“In the small train bathroom,” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“Natalie couldn’t fail to miss the tension that had materialised from nowhere. It” ― Carol Wyer, Somebody’s Daughter
“discombobulated,” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“clumsiness on the erratic swaying of the outdated train, rather than the wine she’d drunk, or the little white pills” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“You okay, guv?’ asked Morgan. ‘Sure.’ ‘You were mumbling to yourself.’ ‘Just chucking about some ideas. Sometimes it helps to vocalise them.’ ‘Yeah. Right.’ Morgan tore his gaze away from her and fired up the engine. She needed to be more prudent. She couldn’t afford to have her own officers doubting her sanity.” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“Hear me out. He deliberately had the case transferred to London so it was out of your hands and away from your patch so you couldn’t find out what was going on. He claimed you weren’t up to the task when we both know you were. Then, in March, he took you along to a meeting in Birmingham by train, not only by train but upgraded you to first class. He knew what he was doing. He waited for you to screw up, used it to send you on leave and then insisted you return before the three months was up.’ ‘He wants me to screw up again, doesn’t he?’ ‘That would be my take on this, and why would he want that?’ ‘It might be because I tried to get some answers about the Euston incident.’ ‘Might be?’ ‘It’s most likely because I’d been asking questions, digging into the case.’ ‘Exactly.” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“She couldn’t tell him what had happened. She couldn’t tell anyone about her nightmares. She had to deal with it herself. She needed to regain control, and she would. This had to stop. She gulped in lungfuls of air and forced back angry tears. When would this terror end?” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“They are clearly talking about me. One of them is right. I don't want to be pretty. I don't want to look nice. I know what happens to pretty girls.” ― Carol Wyer, Little Girl Lost
“DCI William Chase,” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“Night, my handsome little prince,’ she whispered and tiptoed out of the nursery she had so carefully prepared for the birth of her baby, with soft toys all lined up at the head of the cot and a large white toy box in the corner, Alfie’s name spelt out in large letters on it. The heartbeat continued, strong and comforting –a protective force like a mother’s love.” ― Carol Wyer, Last Lullaby
“Ross threw her a look. ‘Don’t you dare say anything. I have a marathon to run in a few weeks and I” ― Carol E. Wyer, Little Girl Lost
“Kate had always been a planner. It had come from her childhood spent alone with her policeman father, one in which she ran the house and their lives because his job gave him little time to handle housework or cooking, and what time they had he wanted to spend with his daughter. As an adult, she’d still write out shopping lists on a magnetic pad affixed to the fridge, adding to the list daily to ensure nothing would be forgotten. Before the advent of GPS, she would plan a journey or trip in a notebook with military precision, working out arrival times or stops along the way, and when it came to work, no one was more methodical than Kate Young. Chris was the yin to her yang, with a devil-may-care attitude and a zest for spontaneity. They balanced each other: he lifting her from too solemn an outlook on life, and she grounding him whenever he had a wild whim to do something so utterly crazy it bordered on foolhardy. Her world was full of order. Some found her too serious-minded and were irritated by her attitude. Others, like William Chase, praised her for it. It got results.” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“finished” ― Carol Wyer, A Life For a Life
“again. He’ll” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“Lady Gaga began to sing about being in the shallow.” ― Carol Wyer, Somebody’s Daughter
“You did an outstanding job. You’re one of the best we have.’ ‘Then heaven help us all,’ she replied, and without a further word, walked back inside.” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“only” ― Carol Wyer, A Cut for a Cut
“Tobias’s mother again. She only repeated what” ― Carol Wyer, A Life For a Life
“In the small train bathroom,” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“Natalie couldn’t fail to miss the tension that had materialised from nowhere. It” ― Carol Wyer, Somebody’s Daughter
“discombobulated,” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“clumsiness on the erratic swaying of the outdated train, rather than the wine she’d drunk, or the little white pills” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“You okay, guv?’ asked Morgan. ‘Sure.’ ‘You were mumbling to yourself.’ ‘Just chucking about some ideas. Sometimes it helps to vocalise them.’ ‘Yeah. Right.’ Morgan tore his gaze away from her and fired up the engine. She needed to be more prudent. She couldn’t afford to have her own officers doubting her sanity.” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“Hear me out. He deliberately had the case transferred to London so it was out of your hands and away from your patch so you couldn’t find out what was going on. He claimed you weren’t up to the task when we both know you were. Then, in March, he took you along to a meeting in Birmingham by train, not only by train but upgraded you to first class. He knew what he was doing. He waited for you to screw up, used it to send you on leave and then insisted you return before the three months was up.’ ‘He wants me to screw up again, doesn’t he?’ ‘That would be my take on this, and why would he want that?’ ‘It might be because I tried to get some answers about the Euston incident.’ ‘Might be?’ ‘It’s most likely because I’d been asking questions, digging into the case.’ ‘Exactly.” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
“She couldn’t tell him what had happened. She couldn’t tell anyone about her nightmares. She had to deal with it herself. She needed to regain control, and she would. This had to stop. She gulped in lungfuls of air and forced back angry tears. When would this terror end?” ― Carol Wyer, An Eye for an Eye
