Turns Out, That's How It Is With

I Don't Want My Readers Slowed Down By Long Passages Of Narrative.

A Uniform Cordoned Off The Area With Crime Scene Tape. The M.e. Pulled In And Parked. There Were Two Emt Trucks Idling At The Edge Of The Lot. I’d Stayed Close To The Back Door, And One Of The Rangeman Guys Had Taken A Position Two Feet From Me, Standing At Parade Rest. No Doubt In My Mind He’d Take A Bullet For Me Rather Than Face Ranger Over A Dead Stephanie.

Is That A Bulletproof Vest? See, Now That's So Insulting. That's Like Saying I'm Not Smart Enough To Shoot You In The Head." Eddie Dechooch

I Want To See Your Tailpipe Fading Off Into The Sunset." Good Luck, I Thought. My Tailpipe Was Somewhere On Route 1, Along With My Muffler.

He [ranger] Peeled My [stephanie] Clothes Off And Wrangled Me Into Bed. And Then Suddenly He Was Inside Me. He Once Told Me That Time Spent With Him Would Ruin Me For All Other Men. When He Said It, I Thought It Was An Outrageous Threat. I No Longer Though It Outrageous.