I Don't Smile As Much As I

I Never Read Detective Novels. I Started Out In Graduate School Writing A More Serious Book. Right Around That Time I Read 'the Day Of The Jackal' And 'the Exorcist'. I Hadn't Read A Lot Of Commercial Fiction, And I Liked Them.

There Was Something I Needed To Say. “sorry. About Before.” Fang Shot A Sideways Glance At Me, His Eyes Dark And Inscrutable, As Always. He Looked Back Out At The Water. I Didn’t Expect Any More Acknowledgment Than That. Fang Never- “you Almost Gave Me A Heart Attack,” He Said Quietly. “when I Saw You, And All That Blood . . .” He Threw A Small Rock As Hard As He Could Down The Beach. “i’m Sorry.” “don’t Do It Again,” He Said. I Swallowed Hard. “i Won’t.” Something Changed Right Then, But I Didn’t Know What.

Other Than My Hundreds Of Arrests I Really Don't Have That Much Experience With The Law. While The Majority Of People Aren't Corrupt, There Certainly Is An Awful Lot Of Corruption In This Country.

Am I Tough? Am I Strong? Am I Hard-core? Absolutely. Did I Whimper With Pathetic Delight When I Sank My Teeth Into My Hot Fried-chicken Sandwich? You Betcha.

"yeah Sure, Why Not?" I Said, Making A Mental Note To Get A Good Look At His Wings. For All I Knew, They Were Remote-controlled And Duct Taped To His Back.