We Solve Murders (We Solve Murders, #1)

by Richard Osman

Amy finds adrenaline good for the soul, and very good for the skin. Sometimes she watches skincare tutorials on Instagram, but there’s not a single one that will do for your skin what being shot at and then jumping out of a plane will do.

“When did you win an Oscar?” “Best Cinematography 1974,” says Rosie, showing Amy the Oscar. “Poker game.”

Get yourself a good dentist, a good plumber, and a good murder-broker, and you won’t go too far wrong in life.

Anti-money-laundering laws are a real disincentive to entrepreneurs.

With Jeff absent—missing, presumed neither alive nor dead but pending—who

Schroedinger’s Jeff

“How did you get this?” Rosie asks. “Airships and Van Halen,” says Steve. “I’ve ridden both in my time,” says Rosie.

St. Lucia has to be one of the most beautiful. “Only country in the world named after a woman,” Rosie tells her. “What about Georgia?” says Amy. “Georgia is named after St. George,” says Steve,

“I’m not here to kill you. I just want you to read my book.” “Oh, God, Eddie,” says Rosie, putting her hand on his arm, “that’s so much worse.”

Unless you are one of those people who reads the acknowledgments first, in which case I honestly believe you are a dangerous sociopath.