Jane Rizzoli spotted a man step out of a taxi and nearly walk into a woman rolling a baby carriage. The man caught her staring so she turned away.
"Jane?" asked Maura, jarring her out of thoughts. "Wha-? oh, sorry, Maura, I was thinking." "About that cute man who stepped out of the cab?" "No!" "Casey?" "No! And don't あなた think, Maura, that after your LAST boyfriend, you'd be a bit もっと見る careful about who あなた think is cute? What does he have in TWO suitcases? Severed body parts?" " Ha! I'm careful!" "Like あなた were careful about the psycho who gave あなた a severed hand encased in plaster?" "Good point." ........................................................................................
"Your Identification please, mister Barker," the female on the counter commanded.
Damion reached into a pocket in his leather ジャケット for a plastic ID card, setting it gently on the desk.
Damion sighed, getting several rolls of paper.
The lady at the counter took a look at each and every form set on her desk, scanning the bar codes and typing away at her keyboard with scrutiny. She first looked at the ID card, the black text 読書 "Todd Barker", and a non-smiling face stared back at her. She looked at the certifications as well. Her plump figure was clad in all black, with...
Hannah finally slumped down, yesterday was a nightmare with a quiet blessing, the preceding two weeks of this investigation had been dragging her によって the neck so far, and in all of her experiences, nothing prepared her for such sheer brutality and torment. She just wanted to take the 日 easy and rest, let her フレンズ unwind.
Then the doorbell rang.
Hannah grunted bitterly, slamming her flippers down and stomping her way to the door. Gun in flipper in case it was a "surprise guest". She opened the door to see a handsomely dressed ペンギン at her door.
The party was every definition of the word enormous. From the portion sizes of the 食 there, to the building housing the party itself. The building itself was a castellated Casino, with perfectly straight hallways that stretched into nearly infinity both upward and forward. Through the lone gate in the front of the casino sat the first room, a parlor where guests were accommodated and accounted for, lounge seats and ottomans strewn about the area, with the rusted glow of the setting sun through blue slanted windows of ivory slats, and a chandelier of deep sapphire illuminating the interior,...