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My motto? Don’t trust someone who is just as cagey as yourself.” “What kind of detective are you?” “A lousy one and proud of it. I write, remember?” She looked down at her hand & laughed. “Berretta doesn’t make lighters.” “Why I was a writer! My life revolved around fiction. I could make something up””She looked down at her hand & laughed. “Berretta doesn’t make lighters.” “So they’re not Tolstoy, they’re a little shorter…Okay, okay a lot. Go ahead, read my mystery series anyway.” “A detective has their boundaries especially me. So mine shifted occasionally…okay a lot” “Beat it, Buster. My temper and this mace have a hair trigger.”“Interference could be lethal.” I got right up in his face, hissing, “Don’t push me, I’m hormonal.”I’m not really a lousy detective, just rough around the edges.
