Death Wore Gloves Quotes

“Willow shook his head. If he’d picked her lock a few days earlier, if he’d peeked into her closet, he’d have known then, and four people would have lived.”
― Ross H. Spencer, Death Wore Gloves

“blowing on her fingernails and buffing them on the front of her dress, a brief ritual from out of Willow’s teens, indicating prowess.”
― Ross H. Spencer, Death Wore Gloves

“I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate.” They didn’t, but they played “Fidgety Feet,” which Willow enjoyed very much,”
― Ross H. Spencer, Death Wore Gloves

“Mothers, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys,”
― Ross H. Spencer, Death Wore Gloves

“conversation, as conversations between whores go, and Willow took his time with the last few sips of his Kennessy’s Light Lager, thinking about all those fictional private investigators, the rigidly uncompromising, death-before-dishonor guys out of New York and Los Angeles. Well, maybe they were that way in New York and Los Angeles, but this was Chicago, Illinois, and in Chicago, Illinois, there are times when a private investigator can be had for five hundred dollars and the promise of a roll in the hay with a washed-up fashion model who has quite literally gone to the dogs—Great Danes and Irish wolfhounds, to be specific.”
― Ross H. Spencer, Death Wore Gloves