Quotes from P.J. Petersen

you think youseeme but you dont

Somebody had scribbled on the walls of the stairwell with a black crayon. The scribbler had a dirty mind but wasn't much of a speller.

We can always go back," Jack said. "But there are too many people around the lake in the summertime. You wouldn't dare dump a body then." "Right," I said. "I dump all my bodies in the fall.

Julie," I whispered, "I just found out something. Jack's all wrong. His mother's not involved." "Big deal," Julie said. "I already knew that. Jack's being utterly ridiculous." She shoved a pile of pictures toward me. "And I don't appreciate your running off and leaving me to do the dirty work." Columbo didn't have a sister—I'm sure of that.

I turned the dial back to sixteen, lifted the handle, and jerked the locker door open. Wendy let out an "Oh" and reached for the roses. Then she spun around and planted a kiss on me—right there in front of Jerry Bridges and Mr. Crowell and everybody. "Crimeny," Jerry said, and walked off. Mr. Crowell grinned and looked away. I just stood there with a stupid smile on my face, too far gone even to say, "Happy Valentine's Day.

We stopped by the blackboard and saw that the fishing had been upgraded to "good." Woody had recommended minnows for bait and chalked in "Browns around Pepperwood Island." "Let's add a note," Jack said. "Skeletons by Prentice Point.

Our driveway seemed darker than usual. I knew it was silly, but I kept looking around as I walked. Then something rustled in the trees overhead. That was enough for me. I took off running and didn't stop until I made it to the bottom of the boat ramp. Conditions at the marina weren't exactly ideal for a romantic conversation. The wind was howling, and the docks groaned as they rose and fell. Even so, it was better than trying to talk with Julie around.

At seven-ten we sat down to a breakfast of twelve-grain cereal, a kind of oatmeal glop that Barbara had given my mother. The stuff wasn't too bad once you quit expecting it to have any taste.

After dinner I ran down to the docks and got soaked again. My big payoff for risking pneumonia was a one-minute conversation with Wendy's mother, who told me that Wendy was asleep and that she already had all her assignments. She didn't tell me that it was a pain and a bother to have me call, but she might as well have. I put in another rough night.