M.F. Kelleher > Quotes

“The moonlight drifts in silently from the dark sky and onto the light wooden blinds that hang at each of the three windows in the narrow room. Outside, the streets are tranquil, radiating the heat of the August day that ended a few hours before.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“The previous night he was in an accident. Ran over a homeless guy. She listens to a man fabricating at least some of the things he’s telling her. The human frailty of lying.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“She walks to the white board and wheels it round to face him. She writes ‘Motive’ and ‘Suspects’ at the top of the board. She doesn’t turn to look at him but knows his eyes are burning.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“Tell me about your business,” she says. “Everyone loves flowers, and I discovered people are willing to pay huge sums for that love.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“Ferraud kneels down next to the dead man’s head. His face is squashed into the dirt. The policeman gradually lowers himself towards the ground, trying to see more of the man without moving him. His nose is nearly touching the earth when the penny drops.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“The continual dynamism of humanity, always moving, always running - from something or toward something, it doesn’t matter which, as long as you are busy.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“Suddenly a door is thrown open from the building next to the vehicle, a man and a woman step out into the pool of the streetlight.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“She knows she is being watched through the camera in the corner. She waits. If they hadn’t taken her laptop and phone, she would be trying to find background on what this could be about.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“She can feel the water in her eyes and blood in her veins. He moves to enter the room, she steps to one side and closes the door behind him.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“His body takes the impact of the young woman’s momentum and he groans as her weight lands against his stomach. They fall together, towards the table, she lands first and swivels to avoid Jean Luc’s hands as they reach out.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“Olivia’s arms are suddenly heavy from holding herself up, she takes the rungs one at a time and drops as quickly as she can. Her legs are shaking. The last section of the ladder to ground level is missing for security, she reaches the last step and looks down.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“The traffic is heavy, the air is light; the sunshine dances off the vehicles as they flash by. Vast glass doors slide effortlessly open at her approach, and close behind her. Immediately the street noise has gone. Olivia is left in a vast marble room, at a distant desk sits a single woman; smart, efficient, and smiling.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“The wine and the blood from a cut on his head mix into a new red that drips onto the hard, grey floor.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“No sound pervades the space. Her footsteps create the only life in the emptiness. She walks through to the bedroom. His body lies on the bed, a single tiny drop of dried blood on his left temple.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“The man immediately grabs the woman and pulls her inside of the building. The front door slams shut, the noise echoes along the front of the houses opposite.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“Wilmersdorf is quiet at this time of night. In this well-to-do neighbourhood, the last of the dog walkers have scurried back to the warmth of their homes, away from a surprisingly brittle May wind that sweeps across Karolinger Platz and buffets the front of the block of flats where Karl Rachmann has his beloved apartment.”
― M.F. Kelleher, The Berlin Execution

“She is shown to a small, grey room on a corridor of small grey rooms. Kriminalkommissar Leonhard Winterberg sits down opposite her. He has short ginger hair and large watery brown eyes. His suit, she notices, is bespoke.”
― M.F. Kelleher, The Berlin Execution

“His footsteps start to echo on the concrete floor as he enters the house. She tries to breathe more slowly but can’t and feels the adrenaline rising in her veins. Sallow is on the stairs now. She tries to recall the number of steps in the flight to give her some idea of how near he is, but her mind can’t remember. He reaches the landing and she can hear his boots scraping against the tiny concrete fragments on the floor’s surface.”
― M.F. Kelleher, The Berlin Execution

“The people scattered across the room smile and laugh and move on to other groups to obtain maximum exposure. Astrid knows many of them and introduces Dan to men with wealth or influence, and women with both.”
― M.F. Kelleher, The Berlin Execution

“The question stays in the chasm between them, both of their minds processing fast to anticipate the next move. A game of chess where all the pieces are their emotions.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“The fine fall of water drifts across the Rue de Verneuil where the restaurant sits, half way down. She should go back to her bed, she thinks, but instead the rebel inside makes her walk to the Seine.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“He reaches the room where families come in to identify their loved ones and walks in. Hannah Rachmann is there, sitting on one of the chairs set along the back wall. She is alone and looks up. He smiles at her, but then regrets doing so as she doesn’t return it. The smile drops away from his features as she stands up and they shake hands solemnly.”
― M.F. Kelleher, The Berlin Execution

“Amber shocks of wheat stretch into the distance and a single dirt track cuts its way through the fields. The air is still. The dust from her journey remains floating across the crops, a memory of a previous event.”
― M.F. Kelleher, Olivia Streete and the Parisian Contract

“She is sleeping now, in the bed. Her hair on the pillow and her breath nearly silent. He gets up and pulls on one of the white robes that come with the room, and pours a deep umber whiskey from the complimentary drinks tray on the sideboard.”
― M.F. Kelleher, The Berlin Execution

“The woman inside her is calm and philosophical, but the girl inside her is disappointed.”
― M.F. Kelleher, The Berlin Execution