Dalia picked up her negligee. She didn't need my help, it wasn't very heavy.

Believe me, I know a lot about harm's way. It turns sharp left off the road to Shitsville when you're least expecting it.

Being a Berlin cop in 1942 was a little like putting down mousetraps in a cage full of tigers.

He was as obsequious as a Japanese ivy plant. Wringing his hands as if he hoped to squeeze the milk of human kindness from his fingernails, ...