You Owe Me!" -stephanie "why Do I

Bullets Are Creepy." Stephenie

I Failed Math Twice, Never Fully Grasping Probability Theory. I Mean, First Off, Who Cares If You Pick A Black Ball Or A White Ball Out Of The Bag? And Second, If You’re Bent Over About The Color, Don’t Leave It To Chance. Look In The Damn Bag And Pick The Color You Want.

Honey, A Man Can't Keep His Gun In A Cookie Jar. It Just Isn't Done.

You've Been Busy Using Your Breaking And Entering Skills," I Said. "i Just Enter. I Don't Usually Break." "you Broke Down Pitch's Door." "lost My Temper." -ranger And Stephanie

Mrs. Zuppa Was Coming In From Bingo Just As I Was Leaving The Building. "looks Like You're Going To Work," She Said, Leaning Heavily On Her Cane. "what Are You Packin'?" "a Thirty-eight." "i Like A Nine-millimeter Myself." "a Nine's Good." "easier To Use A Semiautomatic After You've Had Hip Replacement And You Walk With A Cane," She Said. One Of Those Useful Pieces Of Information To File Away And Resurrect When I Turn Eighty-three.