Hot and Badgered (Honey Badger Chronicles, #1)

by Shelly Laurenston

“I know you’re working hard to be a sociopath, but stop it.” “Sociopath is in the eye of the—” “—forensic psychologist working for the prosecution?”

“Do we let it go?” she asked. “Or do I start dismantling body parts?”

“She’s a serial killer.” “Because she . . . smiles?” “Yes.” *

“Is no one else concerned about what the fuck she’s using to make those cookies?”

Stevie abruptly grabbed Berg’s T-shirt and brutally ordered, “You stray-dog this, Berg. You stray-dog this!”

“A Desert Eagle is less conspicuous?” “Than a shotgun? Yeah!”

“How the fuck do you steal over a hundred million and still have no goddamn money?”

“I wouldn’t do that to Charlie,” she admitted, “because Charlie would rip my face off. Because she’s a lunatic. Which is why I can’t believe you gave her my car!”

“But tigers are man-eaters . . . and you’re half tiger.” Stevie stared out the front window for several seconds ruminating on that bit of information before admitting, “Dear God. I’m terrified of myself.”