4 Quotes by Jennifer Kincheloe

Anna Blanc was the most beautiful woman ever to barrel down Long Beach Strand with the severed head of a Chinese man.

Anna shouted, “Help me! I’m naked and covered in honey!” Wolf slid across the kitchen tile, heading for the basement stairs like Hermes in a footrace. “Hold tight, honeybun! Here I come!” Joe Singer charged behind him with the lantern. Wolf was not going to see Anna in her honey, even if he had to shoot him. This was not police work. This was personal. He hurled himself at Wolf. “She’s my girl!” “Not anymore!

On her back, she could feel the eyes of Our Lady Queen of Angels, Saint Joseph, John the Baptist, and the Magdalene. On her legs, she could feel the heat of his nearness through three inches of air and five blessed layers of fabric. She closed her eyes. “Anna?” Joe said. Anna’s eyes popped open, her cheeks a little flushed in the candlelight. “I was thinking about . . . crime.

Anna lifted her chin, “Forgive my interruption, Mr. President, but I am Assistant Matron Anna Blanc, and I’ve come about the singsong girls.” She remembered herself and bowed. No one bowed back. They simply stared at her. After a moment, Tom Foo Yuen said, in his tar-thick accent, “You are a brave, strange woman, Matron Blanc.” Anna had heard that before.