Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.
Murder mysteries are puzzles that are fun to resolve.
My line of work makes you aware of the fragility of life. You can get up in the morning, eat your cornflakes, blow-dry your hair, go to work and end up dead.
Who's going to rob us? A crackhead crab? A jellyfish junkie?
Death in anonymity is the ultimate insult to human dignity.
Though a good cop, Luc Claudel has the patience of a firecracker, the sensitivity of Vlad the Impaler, and a persistent skepticism as to the value of forensic anthropology. Snappy dresser, though.