She was supposed to be the methodical one. If Bobby was the wildly intuitive, stress producing genius who expected everyone to trust that he had the answer, Alex was the one who gathered the data points in his wake. She forced him to slow down and talk through what got him to his conclusions. Her job was as much translator as partner some days ( Read more... )

Ron Carver very rarely comes out on the celebratory drink runs. Alex can't blame him. Drunk cops are an obnoxious bunch and lawyers are the second topic of scorn, right after their mutual enemy-the mutts. Still, he does come. When he does, he has one or two drinks, nursing expensive single malts. It's an attractive habit, one Alex likes just ( Read more... )

This is why she keeps the apartment in the city still. It's three in the morning, it'll be another hour before she can head out, and she will have to be back in the office by eight at the latest. Add in the commute and there's barely time for a shower. There's been some unfruitful discussion of space at her sister's or her parents, but the idea ( Read more... )

"I like being naked ( Read more... )

"A friend asks you to recommend a book: which book would you choose and why ( Read more... )

Alex slammed the phone down onto the desk and swore loudly. She'd lost count of how many times personal plans had to be changed because of work. Hell, she'd lost count of it when it was Johnny's work that messed up plans. That didn't make her any happier about leaving late that day ( Read more... )

Two brothers walked into the apartment in Harlem. One was the executive vice president of a bank. The other was an associate professor at Hudson University. They both had wives and kids, both showed aptitude and passion for their work. When they walked into that miserable apartment in a building that hadn't caught the eye of any of the throngs ( Read more... )

If I were married to you, I'd put poison in your coffee. Lady Astor to Winston Churchill.
If you were my wife, I'd drink it. Winston Churchill to Lady Astor ( Read more... )

As complex as my love life can be, I am more than happy to be done with the special torture of dating, particularly first dates or blind ones. I didn't really have a first date this time and I think maybe that saved us. We'd have spooked ourselves without his unique approach. Instead we've had a series of 'not dates' that ended up with us ( Read more... )

Not a lot of bad guys get away from me these days. I've been doing this job long enough that I've gotten pretty good at it. Getting stuck with the resident brain trust didn't hurt. Not to mention we are both ridiculously determined. Bulldogs. We just don't let go. They do sometimes get to me, the ones we can't catch, but as long as I know we ( Read more... )