You Ever Get Any Death Threats? How

Omigod,' I Said On A Sudden Flash Of Sleep-deprived Insight. 'you're The Big Bad Wolf.' There Are Some Similarities.

The Note Wasn't Signed, But I Could Tell It Was From Morelli By The Way My Nipples Got Hard.

As Long As He Has A House With Two Bathrooms. I Swear To God, I Don't Care If He's Jack The Ripper.

The Note Said The First Clue Was "in The Big One." I Looked At The Jumble Of Letters That Followed, And I Saw No Pattern. Not Such A Surprise, Since I Was Missing The Puzzle Chromosome And Couldn't Do Puzzles Designed For Nine-year-olds.

He Reached Out, Opened The Glove Compartment, And Took Out A Gun. It Was A Smith & Wesson .38 Five-shot Special. It Looked A Lot Like My Gun. "i Stopped By Your Apartment This Morning And Picked This Up For You," Ranger Said. "i Found It In The Cookie Jar." "tough Guys Always Keep Their Gun In The Cookie Jar." "name One." "rockford." Ranger Grinned. "i Stand Corrected.