370 Quotes by Mark M. Bello

He placed his coffee cup in the MKZ's fanncy cup holder and drove off. If the woman who sued McDonald's had an MKZ, she'd never have burned her crotch. Then again, she'd never have sued, and she would have all that dough.  She could afford a Lincoln now.

What’s that?” Zack fretted.“One’s dead—janitor at the church where Gerry did his dirty work before Michigan. Died yesterday. We think he was killed, but autopsy results are inconclusive. They’ve ruled out homicide, and the official cause of death is ‘cardiac arrest.’”“The church strikes again? People are being murdered?” Zack seethed.

Fourth-degree criminal sexual conduct, probation, no jail time . . . He knew fourth degree meant simple 'touching.' What was wrong with simple touching? Why would anyone be sent to prison for that? Ridiculous!

Jesus, Zack, will you stop kidding around? We’ve had one dinner.”“Jesus? Name’s familiar … I can’t place it. Wasn’t he Jewish?

Have dinner with me tonight. I can fill you in on my conversation with Micah.”“And if I say no?” She wouldn’t have.“Then, I’ll keep my discussions with Micah to myself.”“Zack, that’s bribery.”“Sue me.

Something happened here. I know it, and so do you. I will find out what, when, and to whom. Apparently, I'll have to find out the hard way, but I'll find out . . .

How could the church buy off a whole town?

Whatever money can’t buy, a little leverage can buy, right?

He looked up and down the block. Every house seemed identical except for the respective paint job. Every home had a screened-in pool. Ah, Florida. What was life like with summer all year long? He wiped sweat from his forehead and put his nose to his armpits, immediately deciding that fall, winter or spring weren't so bad.