DETECTION HAS MANY METHODS, MANY PATHWAYS, NARROW AND subtle. Fingerprints. The lost piece of thread. The dog barking in the night. But there is also Google.
You'd been petting a stuffed dog?' she said 'A dead one?''It was a really well stuffed dog' I clarified. 'I have seen some bad taxidermy. This was top-notch work. It would have fooled anyone.
You have to take things as they are, not how you hear they're supposed to be.
What she didn't display, I noticed, was a boxful of swimming medals.Holy crap, I said, when she set them on the desk. You're like a fish.Oh. Um. Well, I swim, you see.I saw.
Were you playing with Stuart? she asked.The question was loaded. I was a filthy, filthy woman, and even the five-year-old knew it.
The essay I had to read was called, An Essay on Criticism by Alexander Pope.The first challenge was that the essay was, in fact, a very long poem in heroic couplets. If something is called an essay, i...
Stuart must have sensed my despair from the way I began lightly banging my forehead on the table.
Spicy food and I have a close relationship—an obsessive one, in fact. If it’s spicy, I want it. I want to sweat and shake and go half blind from the searing pain . . . which, now that I put it that wa...
She was standing in the airport of Copenhagen, staring at a doorway, trying to figure out if it was (a) a bathroom and (b) what kind of bathroom it was. The door merely said H.Was she an H? Was H hers...
Rule #1: You may bring only what fits in your backpack. Don’t try to fake it with a purse or a carry-on.Rule #2: You may not bring guidebooks, phrase books, or any kind of foreign language aid. And no...
One thing, I said, when we had broken apart and the swirling feeling in my head subsided. Maybe...don't tell your mom too much about this. I think she has ideas. What? he asked, all innocence, as he p...
One question, I said. Did you tell me all that because you think I'm going to die?No, he said. It's because you're doing something brave, and I felt I should too.I'll take that as a yes, I said.
It wasn't ass-screaming Beaker, though. It was fourteen girls in matching, form fitting sweats, all of which read RIDGE CHEERLEADING on the butt. (A form of ass-screaming, I suppose.) Each had her nam...
Idea meets execution. Feeling becomes action. I don't know why people find this idea so hard to get. I mean, you can throw any two people together, it doesn't mean they'll fall in love. Everyone knows...
I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with
I annoy people, he said. Believe me. I'm aware. It's an effective way to communicate if you don't have any other options. If you can't get in through the door, throw a rock through the window. And I t...
From this close, she could see the color of his eyes perfectly. They were a misty, shifting blue marbled with gray, like smoke rising through an early morning sky.
Did you hear? he asked. They found another body around nine this morning. It's the Ripper, definitely.Good morning, I replied.Morning. Listen to this. The second victim...
Did I just kill someone?You can't kill a dead person, Callum said. Makes no sense.
Can I tell you something you really don't want to hear? He's going to break up with you. - Stuart