“We’re not going to lose him.” Feeney stood, resolute in his baggy shit-brown suit. “We’re the long arm of the fucking law.” “Why is it one arm? You need both to be long, or at least the same length.” “It only takes one to grab some asshole doing the crime. Then you don’t need long to cuff ’em.” “You know what would be frosty?” Peabody held out her arms. “If cops could stretch their arms like Mr. Fantastic.”
