Keep In Mind That I'm Crazy, Won't

I Abhor Crime Novels In Which The Main Character Can Behave However He Or She Pleases, Or Do Things That Normal People Do Not Do, Without Those Actions Having Social Consequences.

Armageddon Was Yesterday, Today We Have A Serious Problem.

I'm Aware Of What You've Done For Me, And I'm Not Ungrateful. I Appreciate That You Actually Showed Yourself To Be Greater Than Your Prejudices And Have Given Me A Chance Here. But I Don't Want You For My Lover, And You're Not My Father.

Being A Homicide Detective Ca Be The Loneliest Job In The World. The Friends Of The Victim Are Upset And In Despair, But Sooner Or Later - After Weeks Or Months - They Go Back To Their Everyday Lives. For The Closest Family It Takes Longer, But For The Most Part, To Some Degree, They Too Get Over The Grieving And Despair. Life Has To Go On; It Does Go On. But The Unsolved Murders Keep Gnawing Away And In The End There's Only One Person Left Who Thinks Night And Day About The Victim: It's The Office Who Is Left With The Investigation.

But She Wished She Had Had The Guts To Go Up To Him And Say Hello. Or Possibly Break His Legs, She Wasn't Sure Which.