I So Wanted Out Of This Conversation,

Larry Had Brought Me Blue Jeans, A Red Polo Shirt, Jogging Socks, My White Nikes, An Extra Cross From My Suitcase, The Silver Knives, The Firestar Complete With Inner Pants Holster, And The Browning And Its Shoulder Holster. He'd Forgotten A Bra, But Hey, Except For That It Was Perfect.

If You Keep A Gun In Your Purse, You Get Killed, Because No Woman Can Find Anything In Her Purse In Under Twelve Minutes. It's A Rule.

Sometimes It Would Be Nice Not To Have To Do My Best. Sometimes It Would Just Be Nice Not To Have A Crisis To Deal With. - Anita Blake

I Looked At Micah, Who Shrugged. I Looked At Rafael, Who Shook His Head. Nice That None Of Us Knew Why He Was Undressing.

I Locked The Door, For What Good It Would Do Me, And Went To Bed. The Browning Hi-power Was In Its Second Home, A Modified Holster Strapped To The Headboard Of My Bed. The Crucifix Was Cool Metal Around My Neck. I Was As Safe As I Was Going To Be And Almost Too Tired To Care. I Took One More Thing To Bed With Me, A Stuffed Toy Penguin Named Sigmund. I Don't Sleep With Him Often, Just Every Once In A While After Someone Tries To Kill Me. Everyone Has Their Weaknesses. Some People Smoke. I Collect Stuffed Penguins. If You Won't Tell, I Won't.