Sapphyria

“And you went out,” he said, his tone pleased.
I said through the bubbles of toothpaste, “Had to. I got a case.”
“Want to tell me about it?”
After rinsing, I headed back that way, still looking over the file. “That’s a negatory. But I’d like to keep that option open. You know, if I get in trouble.”
“So, you’ll be telling me all about it by tomorrow afternoon. Have you talked to your dad?”
― Darynda Jones, Fourth Grave Beneath My Feet

“I was just passing by. Saw the commotion. Figured you were involved.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“You still owe me a million dollars." I'd presented him with a bill for proving his innocence and getting him freed from prison. He had yet to pay. Couldn't imagine why.

"Yeah, I was hoping we could work that out."

"The interest alone is going to kill you."

"What do you charge?"

"Three hundred eighty-seven percent."

"Is that ethical?"

"It's as ethical as my dating the son of Satan.”
― Darynda Jones, Fifth Grave Past the Light

“―You realize I can hear you without the annoying intercom.
Cookie and I both leaned forward and looked at each other through the doorway.
―But this is more fun, I said. ―More Star Trekkie.”
― Darynda Jones