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“Too young to party, just old enough to participate in federal investigations of serial murder.” Lia let out an elaborate sigh. “Story of my life.”
“Did you know,” she said brightly, making another attempt at conversation, “that elevators only kill about twenty-seven people per year?”
“I may have led them to believe Judd was my butler.” That got nothing more than a slight eyebrow raise out of Judd, who poured himself a cup of coffee without responding. “If anyone asks,” Michael called to him, “your name is Alfred.”
“When you lose the remote control to your television, four percent of the time it ends up in the freezer!” Sloane blurted out loudly.
Security holes that the world’s most elite crime-solving agencies seriously need to patch? “Eleven years ago there was
“In Alaska, you can be criminally prosecuted for feeding alcohol to a moose.”
“Luckily for us,” Michael replied airily, “I’ve never met a bad idea I did not immediately embrace like the dearest of friends.”
