You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!

Cat got your tongue? And what a lovely tongue it is. I know. It licked every inch of me. Repeatedly. For months," He purred but with steel in the velvet

Yesterday was a memory. Today was a hope.

He's treating her like she's fourteen and he's a normal adult, acting like he's taken her under his wing. Like he needs her detecting skills, same as Barrons did to Mac, and she's falling for it, same as Mac. He's lining up his dominoes, so they fall more easily when he feels like pushing them over, conserving energy so he doesn't have to hunt her when he's ready to kill her.

Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

Fear and doubt are major stampeders.

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?