I Need To Look Like An Idiot

My Body Is Not Designed To Run. My Body Was Designed To Sit In An Expensive Care And Drive.

I Ran Three Miles, Staggered Into The Lobby, And Took The Elevator Back To My Apartment. No Point To Overdoing This Exercise Junk. --stephanie Plum

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.

Valerie Was Crying, Too. She Was Laughing And Sniffling Back Sobs. “i’m Going To Marry My Snuggy Wuggums,” She Said. Morelli Paused, His Fork Halfway To The Roast Chicken Platter. He Slid His Eyes To Me And Leaned Close. “if You Ever Call Me Snuggy Wuggums In Public I’ll Lock You In The Cellar And Chain You To The Furnace.

I Pulled Into The Grand Union Parking Lot And Drove To The End Of The Mall Where The Bank Was Located. I Parked At A Safe Distance From Other Cars, Exited The Bmw, And Set The Alarm. You Want Me To Stay With The Car In Case Someone's Riding Around With A Bomb In His Backseat Looking For A Place To Put It?" Lula Asked. Not Necessary. Ranger Says The Car Has Sensors." Ranger Give You A Car With Bomb Sensors? The Head Of The Cia Don't Even Have A Car With Bomb Sensors. I Hear They Give Him A Stick With A Mirror On The End Of It.