But of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked. — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Dex,” she said. “Are you all right?” “I’ll be fine, Sis,” I said, feeling somewhat light-headed, “if you’ll just turn off that… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Quickly, Watson, the game’s afoot,” I said, but Deborah was not in a literary mood.” — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Perhaps Dexter’s dutiful but uninspired brain pictured him as Sherlock Holmes, able to examine the wheel ruts and deduce that a left-handed… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“And if so, I could fill my time with the new entry on my rather exclusive social register, whoever had created the… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“You can use my phone, if you’ll pay the roaming charges,” I said. “I need a land line,” he said “A pay… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Everyone is so cheerful and happy,” I said “This isn’t Mister Rogers Neighborhood, Dex. It’s Miami. Only the bad guys are happy.”… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“It was indeed a long wait, well over two hours. I sat in the car and listened to the radio and tried… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“But of course, very few people are Dexter. This is generally a good thing, but in this case it came in handy… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“I watched him as he lay there, taking the needle without flinching and knowing that even the relief it brought was temporary,… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
