I will give you more pain than you can imagine. Your brains will leak out of your ears, and your bowels out of your ass. I will cause that to happen without leaving a mark, and every cop here will swear you died of natural causes.
J.D. RobbMots clés humor
Summerset-"I see you've destroyed another police vehicle. Perhaps you now hold the record.
J.D. RobbGet out of the lab occasionally, Stiles."
"Why? There are people out there. Nothing fucks things up faster than people.
Summerset, don't you ever sleep?"
"It's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--"
Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. "Has she been hurt? Where is she?"
"A nightmare. She was screaming." Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. "She won't cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite."
As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. "Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her."
Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. "I'll take care of her.
Mots clés nightmare roarke summerset
What about your crepe?"
"Stuff It."
"She's crazy about you," Mavis commented.
"It's almost embarrassing, the way she fawns.
Mots clés eve-dallas roarke fawns
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.
Mots clés eve-dallas roarke hurt-him
Do you think you're walking out on me, on your life, because you defended yourself against a monster?"
"I killed my father."
"You killed a fucking monster. You were a child. Are you going to stand there, look me in the face, and tell me that child was to blame?"
She opened her mouth, closed it. "It's not a matter of how I see it, Roarke. The law--"
"The law should have protected you!" With visions dancing evilly in his head, he snapped. He could all but hear the tight wire of control break. "Goddamn the law. What good did it do either one of us when we needed it most? You want to chuck your badge because the law's too fucking weak to care for it's innocents, for it's children, be my guest. Throw your career away. But you're not getting rid of me.
Mots clés eve-dallas roarke the-law
I'm still picking pockets--I just do it as legally as I can. Being married to a cop limits certain activities.
J.D. RobbMots clés roarke picking-pockets
Goddamn Summerset. I've told him to leave my car when I park it."
"I think he did." Peabody flipped on her sunshades, pointed. "It's blocking the drive, see?"
"Oh, yeah." Eve cleared her throat. The car was just as she'd left it, and fluttering in the mild breeze were a few torn articles of clothing. "Don't ask," she muttered and started to hoof it down the drive.
"I wasn't going to." Peabody's voice was smooth as silk, "Speculation's more interesting.
Mots clés speculation eve-dallas peabody
I'm a barrel of monkeys, kid, though mostly I figure monkeys stuck in a barrel are just going to be pissed off.
J.D. RobbMots clés humor eve-dallas
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