Pamela Burford

Dean was about to dismiss me with a quick nod, but my name caught his attention. __ey, you__e that Death Diva girl, right?____raid so.___uh._ He studied me a moment as he extracted a lighter and pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. I studied him back. Dean__ head bore the aftermath of what had to be the world__ worst hair transplant. Reddish brown crop rows marched back from a severe, slightly lopsided hairline. The whole mess had been meticulously blow-dried and sprayed in a swept-back style more appropriate to the 1980s.He tapped out a cigarette. __ou make money doing that?___hy, yes I do,_ I said. __hat__ kind of the point of it._ That__ the number-one question I get asked.__hat__ the weirdest thing you__e done, eh?_ The number-two question, right on schedule.

My name is Jane Delaney and I do things my paying customers can__ do, don__ want to do, don__ want to be seen doing, can__ bring themselves to do, and/or don__ want it to be known they__ paid someone to do. To dead people.

Lucy woke with the munchies the night the kidnappers came for her.

Bob leaned back and straightened his red paisley power tie. His smile was a bit lopsided and more than a bit suggestive. __n my experience, older women have very definite ideas about what they want__deas that don__ include wheezing, potbellied, middle-aged guys with receding hairlines._ He chuckled and smoothed his flaxen tresses once more.She drummed her fingernails on the white tablecloth and looked for the waitress. That made six times so far this insolent pup had used the term __lder women.__e gave her the once-over. __owadays, older women are so___od help him if he says...___ell preserved.__ina briefly closed her eyes. It was going to be a long evening.

You__e repulsive, Mike.___uh?___ said, you__e impulsive. Such a fun, impulsive guy._ When Leah looked into her date__ little eyes, she couldn__ help picturing Mavis Fletcher__ prize sow Gertie in a two-thousand-dollar silk suit and a gold Tag Heuer watch.