I’m Charlotte Davidson: private investigator, police consultant, all -around badass. Or I could’ve been a badass, had I stuck with those lessons in mixed martial arts. I was only in that class to learn how to kill people with paper.

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

I know karate, and like two other Japanese words - T-SHIRT

You were the one who hit me on the roof? I hit you on the jaw. We just happened to be on a roof at the time.

It would be a miracle to solve this case. Luckily, I believed in miracles. No, wait, that was testicles. I believed in testicles.

You can’t have him, okay,” she said from behind the wire barrier. “Mm-hmm,” I whispered. “This is certainly a beautiful neighborhood.” “Yeah, I guess.” “I will scratch those eyes out of your ugly head.

What did one say to a stalker? Um, pardon me, Mr.Stalker, but could you, like, not?