Marriage is a land mine. A really intimate land mine. Adultery to kitchen fires. Never a dull [moment].

Damn me to hell or take me to heaven, but for Gods sake, do it now.

Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable. She was thrilled to be back.

Why couldn't the merciful God turn down the sunlight so it wasn't blasting like a red furnace against his aching eyes? Because he'd worshipped the god of beer, thats why. He'd broken a commandment and worshipped the false and foamy god of beer. And now he was being punished.

If you don't ask, the answer is always no.

So does that mean you're going to fall in love with me again? What makes you think i ever stopped?

Eve, we're going to be married in a few days." The jittering started again, big time. "Yeah." "If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him.