It was always hard work to push through a crowed of reporters with the scent of blood in their nostrils. You might not think so, since on camera they appear to be brain-damaged wimps with severe eating disorders. But put them at a police barricade and a miraculous thing happens...The strength comes from some mysterious place-and somehow, when there is gore on the ground, these anorexic creatures can push their way through anything. Without mussing their hair, too.
Jeff LindsayOf course, having information to use is one thing. Knowing what it means and how to use it is a different story.
Jeff LindsayBut of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.
Jeff LindsayIt's always me, isn't it? I'm not really a very nice person, but for some reason it's always me that they come to with their problems.
Jeff Lindsay...she opened the door very slowly and carefully, half hiding behind it, as if badly frightened of what might be waiting for her on the other side. And considering that it was me waiting, this showed rare common sense.
Jeff Lindsay