Grief was like a seizure that shook me like a storm.
My friends call me Miss Worst Case Scenario.
I like to get to bed with a clear head.
I won't put myself in a position where I'm vulnerable.
He was pushing fifty, with a face life had chewed on, and long wisps of graying hair parted low on one side and combed over his balding pate.
I constantly remind people that crime isn't solved by technology; it's solved by people.