J.D. Robb Quote

He reached in his pocket, took out the gray button that had fallen off her suit the first time they’d met. When she’d viewed him as a murder suspect. And I have my talisman to remind me. It never failed to baffle her—and on a deeper level delight her—that he carried it with him, always. What ever happened to that suit anyway? Humor flickered in his eyes. It was hideous, and met the fate it deserved. This—he held up the button—was the best part of it.