Random in Death (In Death, #58)

by J.D. Robb

“Which way do you want it? I mean a hundred years from now when you die peacefully in your sleep.” “What do I care? I’ll be dead. All this stuff isn’t for the dead anyway. It’s for the living.

“I want to go home! You’d better get your hands off me! Do you know who my father is?” Perp-walking him away, Jenkinson turned and grinned. “Who’s your daddy?”