"This is how these people work! They made the Canterbury look like Mars. It wasn't. They made the Donnager look like the Belt. It wasn't. Now it looks like the whole damn thing's Earth? Follow the pattern. It probably isn't!"
“You find out who murdered someone. You can’t arrest them yourself, so you send the information to your partner. But instead of just sending the perp’s name, you send your partner all the clues. Why?”
Miller coughed and scratched his chin. His eyes were fixed on something, like he was reading a screen Holden couldn’t see.
“Because I don’t trust myself. I want my partner to arrive at the same conclusion I did, without my biasing him."
Holden was quiet for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was gray as stone. “I’ve killed people before, you know. But they were blips in a radar track. I—”
“It’s not the same, is it?” Miller said.
“No, it isn’t,” Holden replied. “Does this go away?”
Sometimes, Miller thought. “No,” he said. “Not if you’ve still got a soul."