Quotes About Mystery

No Ranger in sight. That's because he's in the wind. You can't see the wind. Or maybe the wind went home to watch Tuesday night fights.

I sensed a familiar presence behind me. A hand brushed my hair back, and Ranger leaned in to me and kissed me on the nape of my neck.

Hey. I know dirty. Vinnie

Okay, Ranger said. We're going to walk through the room and look for this guy. Pretend I'm not here. You going to be the wind again? I asked. Ranger grinned. Wiseass.

Ranger was waiting. He was dressed in black slacks, a form-fitting black T-shirt, and a black blazer.

Ranger was definitely wow. He stood half a head taller than me. He was perfectly toned muscle, and he had classic Latino good looks. He always smelled great. He dressed only in black. His eyes were dark. His hair was dark. His life was dark. Ranger had lots of secrets.

Diesel sucked air. You keep fondling me like that, and I might have to marry you. I'm not fondling you. I'm looking for the keys! Could you look a little more gently? You're scaring my boys.

So elves could be walking around in our midst, disguised as normal, everyday, vertically challenged citizens.

The third message was from my mother. 'Why me?' she said. 'Why do I have to have a daughter who finds dead bodies? Where did I go wrong? Emily Beeber's daughter never finds dead bodies. Joanne Melanowski's daughter never finds dead bodies. Why me!' News travels fast in the Burg.

Holy cow!" I said. "You can't go to the door like that!" "My gun's in the kitchen." "Yes, but your underwear's on the floor in my bedroom!" And that wasn't the biggest problem.

Mystery creates wonder, and wonder is the basis of man's desire to understand.

The only normal people are people you don't know very well. Diesel That's a quote from a famous person, I told him. Lizzy Tucker

He's the Wizard because he's magic. He mysteriously passes through locked doors. He seems to read minds. He's able to refuse dessert. And he can give me a hot flash with the touch of a fingertip.

Morelli ran after him, there was a lot of yelling and growling, and Morelli came down empty-handed. "He ate it," Morelli said. I was horrified to the point of gagging. Ranger stared down at his shoe, making a monumental effort not to laugh. And Morelli stood hands on hips, staring at the bloody splotch on his rug.

I cut my eyes to the alley. Ranger was still there, doubled over the steering wheel, shaking with laughter.

Ranger stood and stretched, his black T-shirt rode up, and I caught a glimpse of two inches of brown skin and hard abs and almost had an orgasm. "Babe," he said. "Are you okay?" "Yep. Why?" "You sort of moaned." "Gas." "Understandable.

Embarrassing as it was to admit, I was beginning to enjoy the role, thinking there was nothing like packing a pair of cuffs to put some spring into a woman's step.

Morelli grinned down at me. I don't know where he's getting it, but he's got some really good shit in those brownies.

I don't understand how these things happen to you. They don't happen to anyone else. Who else do you know dropped their keys in a Dumpster? No one, that's who. Only you would do such a thing.

Sometimes I moonlight for a guy named Ranger who's extremely bad in an incredibly good way.

I swear," Hal said, "this place is like the Bermuda Triangle. It's friggin' spooky. I went out to feed the monkeys last night, and I saw the Easter Bunny walking down the road with Sasquatch. And now there are rockets shooting into the sky from nowhere.

This is part of the problem with the world today," Diesel said. "People don't believe in the mystical.

I'm a book junkie. When I retire from wrestling I'm going to open a mystery bookstore." "Can you make a living selling mysteries?" "No. Nobody makes a living selling mysteries. The stores are all fronts for numbers operations.

Ranger's lips swept along my jawline to my ear. "I could make you forget the gown.