I Have Come To Think

Fine. Everybody Wears Seatbelts. No Radio. No Distractions.” Ben Shot Hi A Stern Look. “no Running Commentary.” “your Loss,” Hi Said. “to The Pimp Ride!

My Line Of Work Makes You Aware Of The Fragility Of Life. You Can Get Up In The Morning, Eat Your Cornflakes, Blow-dry Your Hair, Go To Work And End Up Dead.

You All Right Now?" "i'm Exceptional. Wonderful. Thanks For The Concern. You Complete Me.

Though A Good Cop, Luc Claudel Has The Patience Of A Firecracker, The Sensitivity Of Vlad The Impaler, And A Persistent Skepticism As To The Value Of Forensic Anthropology. Snappy Dresser, Though.

I'm Not Writing Great Literature. I'm Writing Commercial Fiction For People To Enjoy The Stories And To Like The Characters.