He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.

Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course.

Curran scrutinized Mart’s face. “I can’t figure out if he wants to kill you or screw you.” “I’ll be glad to make the choice for him.” Curran looked back at me. “Why is it you always attract creeps?” “You tell me.” Ha! Walked right into that one, yes, he did.

Shifting in the hospital bed had blown her closet door wide open.

I'll call you," he repeated. "If you call me, I won't pick up the phone." "You will wait by the phone for my call, and when it rings, you will pick it up and you will speak to me in a civil manner. If you don't know how, ask someone.

Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

He caressed my cheek. "You came for me," I whispered. "Always," he told me.