I Don't Know If It's A Good

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.

Morelli Beeped His Truck Unlocked. “if You’re Looking For Your Rent-a-cop, I Told Ranger You’d Be With Me This Morning.” “did He Make You Take A Blood Oath That You’d Protect Me?” “he Asked Me If I Had Adequate Health Insurance.

I Really Wouldn't Classify The Books As Mysteries. I Prefer To Say That They're Adventures.

I Wasnt Always A Writer. When I Went To College And Majored In Fine Arts, I Was A Painter. Then I Was A Stay-at-home Mom.

I'd Hate To List Our Specialties. Wreck Cars, Eat Doughnuts, Create Mayhem.