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There are some men who enter a woman’s life and screw it up forever. Joseph Morelli did this to me—not forever, but periodically.
I attribute the incident to temporary insanity, and in my own defense, I’d like to say I haven’t run over anyone since.
“You’re right. And, you could be right about the Buick business, too. I probably deserved to get run over.” “Was that an apology?” “No. But you can hold the flashlight next time we play train.”
“My time and knowledge are coming to you free of charge because I like you, and I always wanted to be Professor Higgins, but handcuffs cost $40 a pair. You got plastic?”
“Frank, do you know what a recovery agent is?” “Yeah,” he said. “Bounty hunter.”
“Look who’s here on my porch, bright and early… little miss bounty hunter.” She boosted her chin up an additional inch. “I heard all about you and your new job, and I have nothing to say to you.”
“All I know is my cop intuition tells me something doesn’t add up.”
“Fugitive apprehension agent,” he said, obviously amused. “That’s a big title for a little girl.”
“That shooting gave me an appetite,” she said. “Somebody pass me the potatoes.”
In my opinion, the only good spider is a dead spider, and women’s rights aren’t worth dick if they mean I can’t ask a man to do my bug squashing.
I wasn’t much good with a gun, but I was bitchin’ with an aerosol can.
“Edleman was a tenant here. He got hit by a car last week. Right in front of the building. Hit-and-run.”
There was an added advantage to snitching Morelli’s car. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t like it. And if he was pissed off enough, maybe he’d do something stupid and come after it.
“Drug dealers are good,” Connie said. “They don’t like to leave the area. They’ve got clients. They’re making good money. If they skip you can usually count on them to resurface.”
I’d expected he’d come after me. I hadn’t expected him to do it with such speed.
“This is why I became a cop,” Costanza said. “I couldn’t resist the glamour of it all.”
“I only do the Spiderman shit in nice weather.”
“Locker room talk. You’re prime conversation these days. The boys have a pool going on when you’ll get boinked by Morelli.”
Everyone liked him, with the possible exception of his wife.
Burg Catholicism was a convenient religion. When the mind boggled, there was always God, waiting in the wings to take the rap.
I had an alarm, I had nerve gas, I had a yogurt. What more could anyone want?
“He was polite to me on the phone.” Yeah, I thought, the most courteous homicidal rapist in Trenton. And now he knew he could call me.
What are you, the bounty hunter from hell?”
Everyone has a cross to bear… you’re mine. I give up.
“This is partly my fault. I haven’t been taking you serious enough. If you’re really going to do this job, you’re going to need somebody to help you with the takedown. And we need to spend some time talking about apprehension techniques.” “I need a partner.” “Yeah. You need a partner.”
My body was not designed to run. My body was designed to sit in an expensive car and drive.
“I’m better at single action.” “That’s ’cause you’re a girl.” “You don’t want to say stuff like that when I’ve got a gun in my hand.”
“I’m all scared out. I don’t have any more scare left in me. Maybe tomorrow.”
“I can see when this is all over, we’re going to have to do something about that streak of cynicism you’ve acquired.”
“Rise and shine, Badass,” he said. “I’ll be at your door in ten minutes to install equipment. Put the coffeepot on.”
“Translation,” Morelli said. “You were scared and lonely, and you brought Rex in for company.”
“You’re going to be okay,” he said softly. “I understand that you’re scared. I get scared too. But we’re the good guys, and the good guys always win.”
door and turned the little OPEN sign to CLOSED. I hadn’t expected this. What did this mean? Sal was nowhere in sight, the store was closed, and so
“Ranger says you’ve got to trust in the system.” “Ranger ignores the system.”
