Everything I Needed Was In My Car,

Zebrowski Says That If You Killed Someone Else Just Hide The Body, He's Not Starting Over On The Paperwork.

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.

He Had This Old Southern Idea Of What A Lady Should Be. A Lady Should Not Carry A Gun And Spend Most Of Her Time Covered In Blood And Corpses. I Had Two Words For That Attitude. Yeah, Those Are The Words.

I'd Never Met Coffee That Wasn't Wonderful. It Was Just A Matter Of How Wonderful It Was.

I Could Have Just Said I'm Good At My Job, But I Didn't. Didn't Want The Police Thinking I Was Holding Out Information When I Wasn't. "i've Got One Advantage Over A Normal Homicide Detective, I Expect It To Be A Monster. No One Ever Calls Me In If It's Just A Stabbing, Or A Hit-and-run. I Don't Spend A Lot Of Time Trying To Come Up With Nice, Normal Explanations. It Means I Get To Ignore A Lot Of Theories.