Ranger slung an arm around me and hugged me into him, and I could feel him laughing. It’s not funny, I said. Babe, I haven’t got a lot of funny in my life. Let me enjoy the moment.
Ranger pulled onto the shoulder and reprogrammed the GPS system. Lucky for you, you look good in a T-shirt, Ranger said. Lucky for you I don’t have a gun on me. Ranger turned to me. His voice was low...
Ranger picked up and there was a moment of silence as if he was sensing me at the other end, taking my body temperature and heart rate long distance. Babe, he finally said. Do you know the slum apartm...
Ranger is a bounty hunter, like me. Only Ranger is good. He’s close to my age, give or take a few years; he’s Cuban-American; and I’m pretty sure he only kills bad guys.
Play the role, Lula said. That’s what we do. We pick a role and we play it. What role you want to play? I want to be smart, and I want to be brave. Go for it, Lula said.
Pbbtlt.It smells like ham, Glo said. It must be HatchetHatchet moved out of the shadows. My intent was to capture and torture for information, but you have made my job easy. I now know the clue and ca...
Oscar Wilde said it's never the question that's indiscreet, only the answers.
Once again, the key to true happiness is lowered expectations.
Okay so I fibbed a little about the kids. I didn't want her to feel bad. I mean we can't all be lucky enough to have a hamster.
Of course when you have a Bob dog everything is dog food.
Nick stopped on the sidewalk, pulled a ring from his pocket, and handed it to Kate. Your wedding ring. It was a platinum band inlaid with diamonds. Simple but elegant. Kate put the ring on her finger....
Nice work, I said, alluding to her nails. Maura, at The Hair Palace, does them. She’s a genius with nails, and she’ll bikini wax you till you’re bald as a billiard ball.
My mother fainted. Crash, onto the floor with the big wooden spoon still in her hand.
My eyes never got lower than your nipples. If it wasn’t for the fact that Morelli would shoot me I would have taken you on his front lawn.
Men! I said. You all a bunch of chauvinist moronsStephanie Plum - Ten Big Ones
Maybe next time we just open the door and start out with some bitch slapping.
May misfortune follow us the rest of our lives, but never catch up.
I’m seventy-six years old. You think they’re gonna send some seventy-six-year-old guy to prison because he flashed his stuff around? I sincerely hoped so.
I’m not sure why I’m still working for Vinnie, except that the office is across from a bakery.
I’d find you, Ranger said. He took my hand, kissed the palm, and got out of the car.