A Hard-Boiled Detective Gets to the Bottom of Those Creepy Delivery Confirmation Photos
Just then my pocket horn dinged: a strange photograph of my office front door. No wonder Lorna’s under-dainties were in a bunch.
Just then my pocket horn dinged: a strange photograph of my office front door. No wonder Lorna’s under-dainties were in a bunch.
You have family wealth and a car that turns into a plane, whereas I am $73,000 in debt with a degree in Applied Puzzles from Gotham University.
The final, most difficult step of my plan: don't act like a total creepy freak in front of other people all the time ever again.
There's no way I'm going to pass the anchor-shaped keychain I got from my beach trip.
Keep all your pockets slick with oil. You can humiliate them further by saying, "What's the matter bud? Can't get a grip?"
WHAT WE’RE LOOKIN’ FOR… YOU: - Enjoy tippin’ over hot dog carts for craps n’ giggles - Like puttin’ pennies on train tracks and watching ‘em smoosh
I’ve been locked in a trunk so many times I’m startin’ to think I’m a set of jumper cables!
My mom took my dad's name—and fingerprints, and mustache, and a high-resolution scan of his face with a state-of-the-art LIDAR device.
While I try to have a thick skin about all this, I must admit it’s pretty disturbing when I hear a critic imply that I’m in some way morally culpable for the clients I choose.
The toilet was pristine. I placed the back of my hand on the porcelain. Cool to the touch.
The criminals must have also found it easy to sneak around me, due to the rug, and fireplace, and radio.
FirstName, I am appalled at how my Republican opponent, Landsley Thornbeck, has been representing Name of State.