Maybe it was me," Grandma said."Sometimes they sneak out.Did I fart?

You'd tell me if we were getting married, wouldn't you? I mean, you wouldn't just appear on my doorstep one day and say we were due at the church in an hour.

Oh, for God's sake," I said. "Just give me the stupid thing." I took the panic button and stuck it into my Super Sexy Miracle Bra. "GPS," Ranger said to Morelli. "Probably I can find her breast without it," Morelli said. "But it's good to know there's a navigational system on board if I need it.

And when I was in the trunk, I saw Jesus. And the Virgin Mary. And Ozzy Osbourne.

My Spanish is limited to burrito and taco.

I'm so busy writing and editing two books a year that I don't have time for painting anymore.

Ranger clicked his penlight on. "Hang onto me if you can't see." I curled my hand into the back of his cargo pants just above his gun belt. "I'm good to go." He was still for a beat. "You could have held on to my jacket," he said. "Would you rather I do that?" "No. Not even a little.