“Naomi Misora, are you familiar with the murder investigation going in Los Angeles as we speak?"[...]"I am not so skilled that I can keep track of all the murder investigations happening in Los Angeles.""Oh? I am."He'd returned her sarcasm with a boast.”
“Two weird people sitting weirdly explaining weird bits of deduction was, Misora worried, a scene of overwhelming weirdosity. (pg. 87, DEATHNOTE: Another Note, The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases)”
“Ah, Los Angeles! Dust and fog of your lonely streets, I am no longer lonely. Just you wait, all of you ghosts of this room, just you wait, because it will happen, as sure as there's a God in heaven.”
“Never mind that,” said Will. “I’m boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?”
“Some Murders Shouldn't Be Investigated.”
“So fuck you, Los Angeles, fuck your palm trees, and your highassed women, and your fancy streets, for I am going home, back to Colorado, back to the best damned town in the USA - Boulder, Colorado.”