Dude,” I said, leaning over the desk, “I’m about as psychic as a carrot.

Hey, boss. Where are you?” she asked. “I just picked up something to eat. What about professional belly dancers?” “Um, I don’t know, maybe with horseradish.

Let me express how much I don't care on a scale of one to bite me," the former detective said.

Since I had a soft spot for zombies and my curiosity was killing me, I opted for plan Z.

That’s the thing about things. They tend to happen.

It isn’t the fall that will kill you, but the sudden stop.

Then I asked her if she wanted to to the funeral, and my God, the look on her face. You'd think I'd asked her to drown the neighbor's cat." Admittedly, drowning the neighbor's cat didn't really clue me in as much as I would've liked. "So, she was angry?" He blinked back to me and stared. Like a long time.