“I don’t believe Remiel is responsible for this nightmare,” Nate said. “Remiel is a low-level gunrunner who couldn’t strike a deal with a boy scout troop.”
I said, “I believe she’s incredibly jealous of my previous wins. I wouldn’t put anything past her to wreck our entry.”
The Great Fruitcake Bake-off, Whispers of Winter set
“His career is on the line and I happen to believe in your ability to get him on his skates before the play-offs. Can you do that?”
I’d never been one to believe in the supernatural: ghosts, or hauntings, or poltergeists. I’d always been the logical one.
Big Mouse and Little Mouse. I can’t believe their nicknames came to mind so quickly. Such is the power of those early monikers.
I’m lighter when I’m around him. He makes me laugh and cry and believe and doubt, and he even makes me angry and sad sometimes.
He wasn’t the most considerate or compassionate person, but a murderer? She’d seen nothing to believe Max could have hurt Joe Sterling, by accident or intent.
Shutter (work in progress)
“You know, Detective Martinez, if I were guilty, I don’t believe I’d be very inclined to cooperate with you. Neither my daughter nor I have anything to do with the gun.”