Ugly people kill people all the time. But when pretty people did, it got attention.
Our relationship is complicated by the fact that I am emotionally retarded.
There will be time to diet when people stopped killing one another.
Whatever you think this is going to be like," she whispers, "it's going to be worse.
Lovely chatting with you, darling, but I've got to run. Face it, you're always more content when you're chasing me than when you have me locked up. I think we're going to have a lot of fun.
Great. First the anonymous call. Now letters. Body parts all over town. It was like a scavenger hunt for psychos. Running after clues with a half-deranged, serial-killer-obsessed, recovering-addict cop was not a good idea. Then again...