" Poison,” said Rose Jewell with a frown. “No thanks.” She was about forty years old and fearlessly attractive. The detective office had come to a standstill when she’d walked in—white cotton pullover, tight stonewashed jeans, high heels. Her hair was a wattage of blond unknown in Minnesota, the land of blondes. Even Rolvaag was slightly nervous. "

― Carl Hiaasen , Skinny Dip (Skink, #5; Mick Stranahan #2)