What is it with men and gazongas? It’s not like women got a nut fixation. It’s not like we go around looking for some guy with basketballs hangin’ down to his knees.
We went to the wall and looked down at Vlatko, sprawled on the road below us.'Do you think he's okay?' I asked.'Babe,' Ranger said. 'He's one inch thick.
Unzipping that body bag didn’t bother me, Ranger said, but I’m going to have nightmares over this casino.
Trust him, I said. Trust Superman, Spider-man, E.T., the Ghost of Christmas Present . . . whoever the hell.
Trenton cops wore more hats than I could name. They were arbitrators, social workers, peacekeepers, baby-sitters and law enforcers. The job was boring, terrifying, disgusting, exhausting and often mad...
This makes you real special, Lula said. It’s like you’re a reality show, all by yourself.
This is war,' I yelled through the door.Lucky for me,' Morelli said. 'I give good war.
Then you know that my portrayal was dead-on. He breaks into homes and asks children to eat him. He's obviously not a well-adjusted pancake.
That shooting gave me an appetite, she said. Somebody pass
Thank God for small favors.
Superheroes are make-believe.Oh yeah? Lula said. What about God?Hmmmm.
Some people learn from books, some listen to the advice of others, some learn from mistakes.
So why’d you part ways with this Dickie Orr person? Lula asked.He’s a jerk.Good enough for me, she said. I hate him already.
She gestured to the bag. What have you got in there?Nothing much. Some golfballs, a handful of tees, a Glock, extra ammo, two hand grenades, a tear gas canister, a knife, Tums, clean socks, flares, an...
She doesn’t know, Cate said. Kellen is a secret. I didn’t think my mother would approve. Why wouldn’t your mother approve? Pugg asked. It’s my job, Kellen said. I kill people. It pays well, but it’s n...
Sally looked over at him. What, are you homophobic?Nope, Morelli said. I'm Italian. There's a difference.
Now it’s my turn, Riley said. What’s your first name? Where’d you grow up? Who’s your favorite Batman?
My mother was in the kitchen ironing. Physically she’s a younger version of my Grandma Mazur, and physically I’m a younger version of my mother. Mentally and emotionally my mother is on her own. Lunac...
My mother had been slicing up the chicken. She took a drumstick and dropped it on the floor. She kicked it around a little, picked it up and put it on the edge of the plate.There, she said, we'll give...
My grandmother likes you. My mother worries that you might be related to Satan.