Call me crotchety, but I didn’t like being bossed around, especially before I’d injected caffeine into my system. Violet Parker

For some stupid reason, I had this irrational need to prove to Cooper that I could inspect dead bodies over black coffee and maple bars just like him and the other guys on the police...

Violet Lynn Parker, you’d better spill or I’ll start bellowing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.

I barely recognize him with his clothes on.

I knew that kind of thinking was paranoid, but after the wacky crap that had happened to me over the last couple of months, these days I’d be suspicious of a jolly white-bearded man in...

I had a feeling that Harvey wore his shotgun around the house like a pair of holey underwear.

Take your clothes off.” “What?” “You heard me.” Evelyn forced her mouth shut. She looked around the room, buying time. The faded brown curtains hung limply over the windows, not quite touching, and the afternoon...