Angie Gennaro: They told me what happened. I'm proud of you. That man killed a child. He had no right to live.
Patrick Kenzie: You're proud of me?
Angie Gennaro: Of course I am. You did what you had to do.
I couldn't stop running it over and over and over in my mind. The vague and distant suspicion that we never understood what happened that night; what our role was. Or maybe it was just like the hundreds of other children who disappear each year and never return. Amanda was even more haunting for never being found.Patrick Kenzie
And like that, she was gone. We gave our statements. Nick and Remy the same. All of us spared any blame for Amanda's death. Jack Doyle resigned on the condition that he and he alone be held accountable. He was granted the dignity of early retirement, but the humiliation of half a pension. It was an ignominious end to an illustrious career.Patrick Kenzie
Detective Remy Bressant: [about Patrick] Half the guys he knows are degenerates.
Patrick Kenzie: Yeah, you know what the other half are?
Detective Remy Bressant: What?
Patrick Kenzie: Cops. Don't hold it against me.
Cheese: I grant you audience. Go.
Patrick Kenzie: We found what you were looking for in Chelsea.
Cheese: What I care about Chelsea?
Patrick Kenzie: Because one of the idiots that robbed you lived there.
Cheese: What idiot?
Patrick Kenzie: The one that you and Chris beat with a pipe and shot in the chest.
Cheese: I don't know nobody getting kill. But if somebody rob me and end up dead... well, you know, life is a motherfucker.
Angie Gennaro: Did you ever sell to Helene?
Bubba Rogowski: There's reasons why there ain't three inches of plexiglass between us right now. That's because I don't fuck with skeezers like Helene. Or coconuts like Cheese. You should know better by now. I'm the king of this motherfucking jungle.
Patrick Kenzie: So what kind of name is Bressant?
Detective Remy Bressant: It's the kind they give you in Lousiana.
Patrick Kenzie: Oh yeah? Thought you were from here.
Detective Remy Bressant: Well, it all depends on how you look at it. I mean, you might think that you're more from here than me, for example. But I've been living here longer than you been alive. So who's right?
Patrick Kenzie: I'll mull it over.
Detective Remy Bressant: Corwin Earle. Serial molester, recently work-release. Went AWOL around the time Amanda disappeared.
Nick Poole: Known associates - Leon Trett and his handsome wife, Roberta. The Tretts were released six and eight months ago, respectively. They have drug habits. We don't know where they are, but we think Corwin's with them. Jailhouse snitch claims that Corwin confided in him and told him when he got out, he was gonna move in with his family. Apparently, the three of them have some kind of Addams Family deal going on.
Detective Remy Bressant: Corwin's plan is to keep a kid in the house to have sex with.
Patrick Kenzie: Well, that sounds promising.
Detective Remy Bressant: Not for Amanda, it doesn't.
Angie Gennaro: Do you think this is who has Amanda?
Nick Poole: Well, there's a lot of holes in our theory. I mean, Corwin likes little boys, you know? He likes them seven or eight or nine.
Steve Penteroudakis: [while at a bar] Yeah, listen, I been fucking everywhere putting up posters, man, you know? Every project hallway, all over City Point, everywhere, you know? I mean, it's a real tragedy. She used to come in here, sit up at the bar and shit. You know, she was like our mascot.
Angie Gennaro: Helene brought Amanda in here?
Steve Penteroudakis: No, mostly in the afternoons. I mean, it's not place for a child at night.
Big Dave: Listen, I ain't saying a fucking word. I already talked to the fucking cops.
Patrick Kenzie: All right. Dave, right?
Big Dave: Big Dave.
Patrick Kenzie: Big Dave. All right. I'm Medium Patrick. Nice to meet you.
Big Dave: You're a little fucking light in the ass to be talking shit, ain't ya?
Capt. Jack Doyle: You ever investigated an abduction before?
Patrick Kenzie: I think Mrs. McCready was hoping we could help with the neighborhood aspect of this investigation, the people, you know.
Capt. Jack Doyle: How old are you?
Patrick Kenzie: I'm thirty-one.
Angie Gennaro: He just looks young.
Capt. Jack Doyle: A four year old child is on the street. It's seventy-six hours and counting. And the prospects for where she might be are beginning to look grim, you understand? Half of all the children in these cases are killed, flat out. If we don't catch the abductor by day one, only about ten percent are ever solved. This is day three. He may look young, but if he wants to work this case, he better not act it.
Patrick Kenzie: Well, he's been hired by a woman who's the victim of a crime, and by law he's entitled as her representative to be cooperated by the Boston Police Department. So he expects to be.
Capt. Jack Doyle: And so he will be.
[upon seeing Amanda's bare room] Kidnapped the furniture, too?Patrick Kenzie