The Dancers Finished Thier Set, And One

Here's A Basic Difference Between Morelli And Me. My First Thought Was Always Of Cake. His First Thought Was Always Of Sex. Don't Get Me Wrong. I Like Sex . . . A Lot. But It's Never Going To Replace Cake.

I Paused For A Light At Hamilton And Twlfth And Noticed The Nissan Was Running Rough At Idle. Two Blocks Later It Backfired And Stalled. I Coaxed It Into The Center Of The City. Ffft, Ffft, Ffft, Kapow! Ffft, Ffft, Ffft, Kapow! A Trans Am Pulled Up Next To Me At A Light. The Trans Am Was Filled With High School Kids. One Of Them Stuck His Head Out Of The Passenger-side Window. "hey Lady," He Said. "sounds Like You Got A Fartmobile." I Flipped Him An Italian Goodwill Gesture And Pulled The Ball Cap Low On My Forehead. (three To Get Deadly)

Arson Is A Respected Profession Among Certain Subcultures In Jersey, And The Good Ones Don't Get Caught. The Good Ones Channel Lightning And Mysterious Acts Of Spontaneous Combustion.

I Think That Some Books Are More Successful Than Others To Certain Readers. People Who Read My Books For The Humor, They're Going To Love One Book. People Who Read My Books For The Mystery, They Might Not Like That Book Quite As Much.

And Something Chocolate, Of Course. A Meal Was Not A Meal Without Some Sort Of Chocolate For Desert.