Opening My Door To Dillon Ruddick, My

My Father Hired You To Protect Me," Ahmed Said, "not To Go Off Chasing Men." Grandma Leaned Forward, Keeping Her Eye On The Taurus. "we Think This Guy Killed Fred." "who's Fred?" "my Uncle," I Told Him. "he's Married To Mabel." "ah So You're Avenging A Murder In The Family. This Is A Good Thing.

Everyone Knows That If You Buy Chocolate With Spare Change, Then The Calories Don't Count.

Am I To Assume You Would Rather Not Have Us As Clients?"
 "let Me Think About That For A Nanosecond," Dickie Said. "yes! Last Time You Were In My Office You Tried To Kill Me."
 "that's An Exaggeration. Maim You, Yes. Kill You, Probably Not."


I Took The Stool Next To Him, Raising An Eyebrow At The Coffee And Cruller On The Counter. "thought You Weren't Into Internal Pollution," I Said. Lately Ranger'd Been On A Health Food Thing. "props," Ranger Told Me. "didn't Want To Look Out Of Place." I Didn't Want To Burst His Fantasy Bubble, But The Only Time Ranger Wouldn't Look Out Of Place Would Be Standing In A Lineup Between Rambo And Batman.

I Write To Entertain. When People Read One Of My Books I Want Them To Finish With A Smile On Their Faces, Feeling A Little Bit Better About Themselves And The People In Their Lives.