Darynda Jones Quote

Oh, my god! I said to Reyes, my eyes radiating accusations at him. She took your picture? Just what kind of game are you playing? You're under arrest, mister. His mouth tilted and a dimple emerged on one cheek as I took his wrist and threw him against a wall. Or, well, urged him toward it. I held him against the cool wood with one hand and frisked him with the other.

Fifth Grave Past the Light: Number 5 in series (ed. Hachette UK, 2013) - ISBN: 9781405521895

Oh, my god! I said to Reyes, my eyes radiating accusations at him. She took your picture? Just what kind of game are you playing? You're under...

Oh, my god! I said to Reyes, my eyes radiating accusations at him. She took your picture? Just what kind of game are you playing? You're under...

Oh, my god! I said to Reyes, my eyes radiating accusations at him. She took your picture? Just what kind of game are you playing? You're under...

Oh, my god! I said to Reyes, my eyes radiating accusations at him. She took your picture? Just what kind of game are you playing? You're under...