"And close the wall up with our Perkins dead," an unidentified voice suggested from the back of the room.

She was younger than her strained voice had at first suggested.

One voice at the meeting last week suggested a sequel.

"You come on down for a cup of my coffee," a female voice suggested.

Her voice suggested that she would have seen something much more interesting.

Immediately a voice suggested, "A little more to the left."

Her voice suggested she always carried one, but didn't use it.

No one is in the water, her inner voice suggested to them.

A tiny little voice inside me was suggesting that perhaps they'd always been bad.

Not one brave voice suggested the will be left alone.