I Need To Look Like An Idiot

I Hung My Head. Ranger Was Next On The List. “yo,” Ranger Said When He Answered. “small Problem.” “no Kidding. Your Car Just Went Off The Screen.” “it Sort Of Burned Up.” Silence. “and You Know That Keypad You Gave Me? It Was In The Car.” “babe.

I Had An Alarm, I Had Nerve Gas, I Had A Yogurt. What More Could Anyone Want?

I Got Out Of The Elevator And Confronted Mr. Wexler. “killing Is Wrong.” “we Kill Chickens,” Mr. Wexler Said. “we Kill Cows. We Kill Trees. So Big Deal, We Kill Some Drug Dealers.” It Was Hard To Argue With That Kind Of Logic Because I Like Cows And Chickens And Trees Much Better Than Drug Dealers.

If You Want To Cry, You're Not Going To Like My Books.

I’ll Be Real Discreet,” Tank Said. As Discreet As A Six-foot-six, No-neck Guy Weighing Three Hundred And Fifty Pounds, All Dressed In Black Swat Clothes, With A Glock Holstered At His Side Could Be.