Ferb Fletcher

“All the organs went into separate bowls, leaving me panting and sweating. My physique was not ideal for a dissection, or, rather, I did not have the figure of a butcher. By now, my apron had taken on the function of a hothouse, and my hands inside my gloves felt like slippery fish.”
― Annelie Wendeberg, The Devil's Grin

“Hey,’ she said, shutting the door behind her, and making herself comfortable in the large padded chair facing his desk, without being asked. She had no need to stand on ceremony with Mel, who was one of her oldest friends. ‘How’s Janine?’ A few months ago, he’d married DS Janine Tyler, who’d been working on Hillary’s team for three years. Now, with the marriage, Janine had moved to Witney nick, and Hillary had a new DS.”
― Faith Martin, Murder in the Mansion

“His name was Gerry Adamson. He stood half a foot taller than stocky Travis. “The highways are jammed. I was able to get a text to my cousin and he’s been stuck for two hours on the Turnpike. But now I can’t get anything else, the Internet connection keeps going out. We were about to get the car and take the Tappan Zee.” “The West side piers,” Travis said. “I ran into someone coming up here, he told me the only option left is by sea. They’re evacuating from the West side.” “By sea?” Corrina said. “How can we escape a tsunami by sea?”
― David Sachs, The Flood

“Yes.” She had moved in for a fortnight in the summer, when Chris and Taryn had gone to France on holiday, to water the plants, keep an eye on things. “Well, come round whenever you like. I’ll make the spare bed up later. And, Flora, it will be all right, okay? Everything will work out.”
― Elizabeth Haynes, Under a Silent Moon