I was going to go to church, but I decided to get doughnuts instead.
I really wouldn't classify the books as mysteries. I prefer to say that they're adventures.
I rolled my eyes so far into the top of my head I almost fell over backward.
He's a good man," Ranger said. "And you?" "I'm better.
Any intelligent woman would have made a dignified retreat, but this was New Jersey, where dignity always runs a poor second to the pleasure of getting in someone's face.
The elevator doors opened, and Ranger stepped out and spied Tank stretched out on the carpet. "Fainted," I said. Ranger walked to Tank and stood hands on hips, staring down at him. "Tank doesn't faint. I've been in firefights with him. He's a rock." "Well, the rock fainted.