Morelli smiled. "It could have been Jenny Ragucci. That makes much more sense. I had good luck with sluts." I looked over at him. All in the past," Morelli said. "I'm a cupcake man now." Whoa, dude," Mooner said. "That's so, like, cosmic.

Some people learn from books, some listen to the advice of others, some learn from mistakes. I fit into the last category. So sue me.

I checked my phone messages. Three in all. The first was from Joe. “Hey, Cupcake.” That was it. That was the whole message. The second was from Ranger. “Yo.” Ranger made Joe look like a chatterbox.

Last time you called me late at night you were naked and chained to your shower curtain rod. I hope this isn't going to be disappointing.

He's a good man," Ranger said. "And you?" "I'm better.

I got out of the elevator and confronted Mr. Wexler. “Killing is wrong.” “We kill chickens,” Mr. Wexler said. “We kill cows. We kill trees. So big deal, we kill some drug dealers.” It was hard to argue with that kind of logic because I like cows and chickens and trees much better than drug dealers.

Good thing he's dead," Lula said, "or that would have hurt like the devil.