I Hate Mornings. They Start So Early.

Ranger Picked Up And There Was A Moment Of Silence As If He Was Sensing Me At The Other End, Taking My Body Temperature And Heart Rate Long Distance. “babe,” He Finally Said. “do You Know The Slum Apartment Building Bobby Sunflower Owns On Stark?” “yes. It’s On The Same Block As His Funeral Home.” “that’s The One. I’m Going In To Look For Someone. If You Don’t Hear From Me In A Half Hour Maybe You Could Send Someone To Check.” “is This A Smart Thing To Do?” “probably Not.” “as Long As You Know,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.

Ranger Clicked His Penlight On. "hang Onto Me If You Can't See." I Curled My Hand Into The Back Of His Cargo Pants Just Above His Gun Belt. "i'm Good To Go." He Was Still For A Beat. "you Could Have Held On To My Jacket," He Said. "would You Rather I Do That?" "no. Not Even A Little.

Am I To Assume You Would Rather Not Have Us As Clients?"
 "let Me Think About That For A Nanosecond," Dickie Said. "yes! Last Time You Were In My Office You Tried To Kill Me."
 "that's An Exaggeration. Maim You, Yes. Kill You, Probably Not."


Jesus, Morelli, You Sound Like You Have Pms. You Have To Learn To Lighten Up A Little. It's Just A Car Alarm. You Should Be Thanking Me. I Had It Installed With My Own Money.

Well, Sure, But I Don't Bring God Into It. I Think Shower Massage Might Have Been Invented By The Devil. God Invented The Missionary Position.