Hello?" I said, because Charley's House of Pasties seemed wrong.

Garrett must have sensed I was awake. "Hey Detective," he said to Uncle Bob, who was now trudging across the grating toward us. "I think we're losing her. I have no choice but to perform mouth-to-mouth." "Don't you dare," I said, my lids still in lockdown.

I may not look like much, but I'm an expert at pretending to be a ninja.

Rocket," I said, straightening in the chair. "Donovan was just helping me with my contacts." Donovan raised his brows humorously. Rocket furrowed his. "Did you swallow them?

No, no, no, no, no. Anything but murder. Or rape. Or kidnapping. Or armed robbery. Or indecent exposure, ’cause that’s just creepy.

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

Maybe I needed sensitivity training. I once signed up for an anger management class, but the instructor pissed me off.