Dead Eye

You can shoot a gun. You just can't hit anything you aim at.

A tiger, an alligator, and a redneck walked into my pawnshop.

Tess, someone just dumped a dead body at your back door." "Not again," I moaned. He whirled around. "Not again? What the hell does that mean?" My knees gave out, and I collapsed back against the counter. "That's how I found Jeremiah.

Jeremiah had said Dead End was like New York, but with fewer naked cowboys. I'd responded that New York was like Dead End, but with fewer gator wranglers.

You don't actually know much about tigers, do you?" "Orange and white stripes, long tails, and an excessive love for frosted cereal.

two mismatched eyes, its mouth open in a half

The secret about tigers,” he said, blinking owlishly, “is that tigers bounce.” Before I could even process the ridiculousness of that, he leaned forward and kissed me. Jack was a champion kisser, even while drunk. I threw my arms around his neck, because my brain started to melt into my shoes. That’s when the universe exploded around us…

Did you read that study that says thinking about exercise is almost as good as actually exercising? We really, really believe in that study.

Everybody knows you can dispose of a body in the swamp and it will never be found until somebody cuts open a gator one day and sees bones.

There’s just not a huge market in used skulls these days.