The first sentence from each chapter of Even White Trash Zombies Get The Blues, it's a mini summary of what you can expect to read.
* Spoilers are highlighted like so :)
“So you hiding a body in here or sumthin’?”
“I know I’m the one with the so-called iron stomach,” I said, “but even I think this is seriously disgusting.”
“By the time we got the body extricated and into the body bag, the evening sun was busily painting the sky over the highway in brilliant shades of orange and yellow while also making it hard as hell to see to drive.”
“The question continued to tumble through my head as I headed to the morgue.”
“What do you mean, there’s no surveillance video?”
“Marcus insisted on walking me out to the parking lot, which was more than fine with me.”
“The rest of my shift was blessedly uneventful.”
“Dad wasn’t home when I got there, and I sure as hell wasn’t in the mood to go looking for him.”
“The autopsy of Marianne was brutal.”
“It was tempting to sit back and consider Dr. Leblanc’s words to me and daydream about doing more with my life, but right now finding out about the stolen body was a shitload more important.”
“I drove straight from the crime lab over to Marcus’s house, pushing my poor little Honda to the limits of its endurance and risking more than a few tickets.”
“I might not have felt like crying, but I sure wasn’t a happy, cheerful camper either.”
“My heart slammed at the sight of the gun leveled at me.”
“Not surprisingly, I slept like absolute shit.”
“There was a time when I’d liked math and even thought I was pretty good at it.”
“I gave the stack of fiction-heavy employment paperwork to Mr. Lombardo, and got the hell out of there, doing my best not to draw any more attention to myself than pos-sible.”
“I went home, stripped off my clothes, and crawled under the covers in an effort to grab something resembling a nap.”
“I slept late enough to feel almost rested, and went on in to work my noon shift.”
“As I drove home, distant flashes of lightning were put-ting on a spectacular show in the clouds to the west.”
“It wasn’t a big house.”
“My nerves were shot by the time we pulled into the parking lot if the XpressMart.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I lost my virginity to Randy on this football field, in this exact spot, though I didn’t remember it being quite so creepy back then.”
“Once I was safely handcuffed and leg-shackled, they made a fairly thorough search of my person.”
“I finally forced myself to shower and change into the t-shirt and sweat pants that had been left for me, know-ing that if I didn’t, McKinney would come back and do it for me, in as horrible and humiliating a way as possible.”
“Food was brought in for Philip and me, once again on plastic cafeteria trays.”
“McKinney had another gun in an ankle holster.”
“I let out an unholy scream—totally for the benefit of the dispatcher, or course—then braced myself since I knew what was coming next.”
“When Pietro said he wanted to give me a chance to clean up I figured we’d stop at a convenience store where I could wash the worst of the grime off in the bathroom and then buy a vastly oversized shirt that I could wear as a dress until I could get home.”
“And then Marcus took me home.”
“The next morning I headed to the probation and parole office, arriving with plenty of time to spare before my meeting.”
