“The Bagshaw's blew up an armored truck one,' Gabrielle offered.”
“How was your day?" Morelli asked me. "Oh, you know, the usual. Stole a truck. Blew up a building, and brought seven monkeys home with me.”
“Gabrielle chuckled, her dark eyes twinkling. “So he’s been after you, has he? Poor Etta, pursued by a sun priest offering to pleasure—” “Every nook and cranny,” Marietta interrupted dryly and Gabrielle tipped her head back with a throaty laugh.”
“The Bagshaws aren't boys. They're bombs with very colorful fuses.”
“The crimson leaf that blew past looked the twin of the one she'd picked up in the palace courtyard: a bloodied hand.”
“Richard: You really like it, don't you. Gabrielle: What? Richard: Life. Gabrielle: Oh! Every morning when I wake up and I see there's a whole new other day, I just go absolutely ape!”