It didn’t matter how old you got, the finality of death never changed, and neither did the ideals of loyalty and duty and honor, things this punk had never understood.

Ignore people who say you can’t do it, even if this person is yourself.

It didn't matter how old you got, the finality of death never changed, and neither did the ideals of loyalty and duty and honor, things this punk had never understood.

You were a cop?" Sarah remarked, surprised. She couldn't imagine this elegant woman posted on duty anywhere. Well, Lord and Taylor, maybe.

A woman had joined the two men sitting at table three. She was a blonde, one of those fatal blondes, six foot tall or near enough, with hair the color of clover honey.

Ignore people who say you can't do it, even if this person is yourself.