The Body in the Backyard (Riley Thorn #4)

by Lucy Score

I became a PI so I could tell assholes they were assholes.”

The geriatric circus from hell was going to put a cramp in his birthday seduction plans. He should have installed a moat.

He drank deeply, then choked again. “This is straight gin.” “Gotta stay hydrated,” she said.

“I’m Poindexter Flopper the First,” Nick said. “And this is my wife, Gilligan.

“No, you lobotomized puppet,”

“Mr. Feathers fell off a truck on the highway. I think he might have a tiny little traumatic brain injury,” Blossom explained.

One of the captain’s more endearing traits was that he liked to call people by the wrong names to keep them from feeling important in his presence.

“If you don’t step aside right now, Patel, I’ll cut your bangs.” All the women in the room gasped together.

But this is us. Messy. Complicated. Slightly injured. Standing in the middle of yet another crime scene together after saving the day. So say yes. Marry me.”