Of course when you have a Bob dog everything is dog food.
A flock of cardinals in scarlet frocks with tall white miters on their heads came trailing behind him.
That sounds like something sick,” Lula said. “What kind of a person would participate in a cornhole competition? I personally wouldn’t be involved in anything to do with cornholes.
He’d abandoned his usual outfit of black rap clothes or GI Joe cammies. He was wearing a brown leather jacket, a cream-colored Henley, faded jeans, and work boots. His hair, which had always been slicked back in a ponytail, was cut short. He had a two-day beard, making his teeth seem whiter and his Latino complexion seem darker.
Everyone’s childhood is strange. It prepares you for the strangeness of adulthood.” Riley.
What did you do?” “Blew up a fuel depot, stole twelve rockets and made off with them in a stolen van, got kidnapped by a maniac, and had dinner with a guy who farted fire.” “That would be funny, but I’m worried it’s all true.” “It’s been a long couple days.” “Did he really fart fire?” Morelli asked.
It’s the twenty-first century,” I told Tank. “Women drive.” “Only in my bed,” Tank said. “Never in my car.” I didn’t have a reply to that, but I thought it sounded like an okay philosophy. So I beeped the Escape locked, got into Tank’s SUV, and we chugged off for my place.
We could track down a gang guy wanted for armed robbery and assault.” “That sounds like a lot of fun, but I might have to pass on account of I don’t want to die right now.” “We could visit some of Sunny’s relatives and ask if he’s staying with them.” “Ditto for the above reason.
I’ve noticed you only talk ghetto half of the time.” “I’m multi-lingual,” Ranger said.
Ranger was probably riding the wind, looking for the guy. And any well-adjusted person would walk away and let Ranger do his thing. Unfortunately, I wasn’t that well adjusted.
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 into the lot seconds before you destroyed Billings Foods.
I don’t exactly date, but I sort of have a boyfriend.” “What does sort of mean?” “It means that he looks like my boyfriend, but I don’t say it out loud.
He wrapped his hand around my wrist, pulled me to him, and kissed me. The kiss was warm and short.
Dude,” Diesel said. “That’s no way to get dessert.” Carl snapped to attention. “Eep?” “Cookies,” I told him. Carl jumped onto his booster seat, sat ramrod straight, and folded his hands on the table. He was a good monkey. I gave him a cookie, and he shoved it into his mouth. “Manners,” Diesel said to him. Carl spit the cookie out onto the table, picked it up, and carefully nibbled at it.
Will you promise to pick up after yourself?” “No, but I’ll hire a cleaning lady.
Ranger’s lips swept along my jawline to my ear. “I could make you forget the gown.
Hey, look who’s here!” Briggs said. “It’s Aunt Stephanie.” He was dressed in the tan suit, and it looked like he’d gotten a haircut. “What’s with the suit?” I asked him. “I have a job interview, so Nick let me keep it a while longer. What happened with the Russian guy?” “The problem is solved.” “I bet.
There’s another part to success,” Ranger said. “You have to be brave.
If this was the shortcut, she didn’t want to see the longcut.
I was in no rush to get back to the funeral parlor, so I called Ranger again. “Hi,” I said to his answering service. “It’s me. Things are looking up. Your wife is tailing me, but she hasn’t shot at me yet today, so that’s a good thing, right? And you need to answer your damn phone calls.