It doesn’t feel like October at all, and if I didn’t see the salmon and russet trees in Prospect Park, I’d think this was the first hint of summer rather than its last breath.
Pretty much everyone hated Vice Media co-founder Gasbag McGilla, but who hated the man enough to kill him? Williamsburg detective Claudia Cardinale must find the murderer among thousands of suspects. (PG-14) [tc-mark]
She told me that I could come over to her apartment if I promised not to rape her. “I never rape on the first date,” I assured her, and she said, “With my Pro-Keds, I could probably outrun you anyway.”
Ace detective Claudia and her friend Bunny are enjoying a flexing performance when Claudia’s editor at Vice Media assigns her to solve Williamsburg’s latest mystery. (PG-14)
I opened it quickly, scanning the first line – “I’m glad to say that Robert Steiner, fiction editor, and I are accepting ‘Summoning Alice Keppel’. . .” – noticed a check for $20, and screamed, “Mom!”
When Ronna said that Craig said to her, “How could you have ever gone out with Richie? You’re complete opposites,” I wanted to burst out crying. But what Craig said is true.
Williamsburg detective Claudia Cardinale rides the L train to the end of the line in Canarsie to find out why the names of streets in her neighborhood are now pronounced differently. (PG-14)
Someone in Williamsburg has taken Molly – not the club drug, but Papi’s beloved bodega cat – and detective Claudia Cardinale must find the farblondjet feline. (PG-14)
Blonde, with steel-rimmed glasses, she’s German, Catholic, probably rich. She said her Orthodox Jewish boyfriend used to get stoned and wrestle her while he yelled about her killing his ancestors in Europe.
“Drew used to lay guilt trips on my mother all the time. We went through a heavy scene, but now the relationship is over.” It was weird to hear those words out of the mouth of a six-year-old.