This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an assassin would be able to cook like this.” “Well, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I’m multitasking.” The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. “I’m kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.

Gin! Gin, are you here?” “Right behind you,” I said. Finn shrieked and whirled around. I winced at the high-pitched sound. “Dammit, woman.” He clutched the folder to his chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.

That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again