I’ll be real discreet, Tank said. As discreet as a six-foot-six, no-neck guy weighing three hundred and fifty pounds, all dressed in black SWAT clothes, with a Glock holstered at his side could be.
It was one of the biggest mansions in Washington, D.C., and it was appropriately called Mysterioso Manor. Emerson Knight, the resident owner, was appropriately known as a nutcase.
It is written by the Sage that you, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
Is that why you have hand grenades and a garrote in your nightstand?They're sleep aids.
I thought your mother liked me. My grandmother likes you. My mother worries that you might be related to Satan.
I think you should go shopping first. I like when you bring all that kinky stuff home.
I stuck my tongue out at him because I was feeling exceptionally mature.
I shuddered at the mention of Mrs. Steiger.What's that about? Ranger asked.Mrs. Steiger is the Antichrist.Damn, Ranger said. I left my Antichrist gun at home.Looks like you brought everything else.Nev...
I sent Hal and Rafael to keep an eye on you, and I went to check on a commercial account in Whitehorse. Rafael called to tell me Lula went in with a rocket launcher, so I skipped Whitehorse. I pulled...
I need to look like an idiot at least twice a day to keep myself humble.
I heaved a large sigh of resignation and pushed off on my three-mile route, mapped out with great care to avoid hills and bakeries.
I got out of the tub and had to squelch a scream when I saw my reflection in the vanity mirror. My hair looked like it had taken 2000 volts and been spray starched
I don't want a new man.I'll be dead someday, my mother said. And then what? You'll wish you had someone.I have a hamster.
I don't think I'm especially homophobic, but I draw the line at Batman.
I can’t help it. I’m just a big gasbag. I still got leftover barbecue gas. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and did a full minute-long fart. Excuse me, she said.
I always listen, Ranger said. I don’t always agree. I have a problem right now that I can’t seem to solve by myself. I need you to help me find my daughter. And there’s an even bigger problem involved...
How did you know about the fire? I asked Morelli. Dispatch called me. They always call me when your car explodes or goes up in flames.
He rooted for the Mets, he wore Foot of the Loom underwear, and he drove a Buick. His loyalties were carved in stone and he wasn't about to be impressed with some upstart of a toaster salesman who dro...
He pulled me toward him, lowered his mouth to mine, and kissed me. The kiss was slow and deep. His hands were firm on my back. I grasped his shirt and leaned into him. And I felt his body respond.
Esistono alcuni uomini che entrano nella vita di una donna e la mandano all'aria per sempre. Joseph Morelli l'ha fatto a me - non per sempre, ma di tanto in tanto.