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Body and Soul (PsyCop, #3) QUOTES

Body and Soul (PsyCop, #3) QUOTES

1 " Jackie, can you tell me if someone’s dead or not?’

“Who it be? Maybe I heard something.”

“Miranda Lopez.” I pulled out the charm and balanced it on my fingertips, and then I realized the photo was probably a better likeness. I pocketed the milagro ad held up the Polaroid.

“I find out for you if you get me a dime.”

I sighed and put the photo away. “You can’t smoke crack. You’re dead. And even if you weren’t, I’m not gonna score for you. I’m a cop. “

“You so full of shit. You ain’t no cop neither.”

“Would I be wearing this fucking suit if I wasn’t a cop?”

“I don’t know. I always thought you sold cars or something.”

I tucked my chin toward my chest and stomped toward my gate. Jackie couldn’t help me. And how dare she call me a used car salesman? I wasn’t always a dork in a blazer. Once upon a time I was actually cool. Until the Cook County Mental Health Centre, anyway. After that, I guess I kinda stopped caring. "

― Jordan Castillo Price , Body and Soul (PsyCop, #3)

2 " That was so not fair. My life was perfectly fine until suddenly I had this live-in boyfriend who wanted to interact with me, and I realized that I was almost always high. "

― Jordan Castillo Price , Body and Soul (PsyCop, #3)

3 " I knocked—not the cop knock that says, “Let me in right now, you piece of shit,” but the polite human being knock that most cops reserve for victims’ families. That’s my typical knock anyway, since I’ve always hated calling attention to myself. I wondered briefly if my knock wasn’t manly enough for Zig, but then I thought, fuck it. I was already pretending to be macho by doing the driving. I didn’t need to batter down the door. "

― Jordan Castillo Price , Body and Soul (PsyCop, #3)

4 " You married, Zig?“ I asked him.

"Yeah, twenty-one years.” He actually glanced at his wedding ring as he said it. “You?”

I looked down at my bare left hand. I’d never had the compulsion to do that before. How lame. “I’m, uh… .” Great, I couldn’t say it.

But I had to. The longer I waited, the worse my anxiety would be. And I couldn’t imagine it feeling any worse than it did already. “I’m moving in with someone. Just as soon as we find a place that’s not haunted.” Say it, Vic. Damn it. Tell him.

“That a common problem, spirit activity in a …?”

“Jacob Marks. From the Twelfth. You know him? I’m moving in with him.”

Zig almost did a spit-take. The color drained from his ruddy cheeks, leaving him a strange shade of gray. His already-bulging eyes bulged even more. And then a barrier slammed down somewhere behind them and he pressed his lips together hard.

Shit. I’d thought I was up for the conversation, but evidently I was a much bigger pussy than I realized. My stomach clenched up and I fought the urge to tell Zig I was just kidding, and laugh, and give him a hearty, heterosexual clap on the back.

God, I hate confrontation.

I steeled myself for the tirade that was sure to come. The one where I was a drug addict, a shitty cop, and a miserable excuse for a human being.

Zig blinked. He cleared his throat. “Marks,” he said. “Sure. We’ve met.” And then he looked back at his notepad with every ounce of attention he had. "

― Jordan Castillo Price , Body and Soul (PsyCop, #3)

5 " Do you sell anything that can answer a yes or no question?“ I asked him.

"For entertainment purposes,” he asked me not bothering to look up, “or for real?”

I squelched the impulse to scream, “What do you think, you jackass?” Maybe he was asking a serious question- though I had my doubts. “You’re the one with the metaphysical shop. If I wanted a magic Eight Ball, I’d go to SaverPlus.”

He looked up at me and grinned. “Did you notice the new guy who works at the return counter in the SaverPlus basement?He’s kind of a creep- which I think I like about him- and he’s got this monster bulge in his pants.”

I could totally see him getting into someone who was a creep. “Um. No.”

“They’re still open. Why don’t you go buy a Magic Eight Ball so I can return it?”

“No.”

“Then what the fuck good are you? "

― Jordan Castillo Price , Body and Soul (PsyCop, #3)

6 " couldn’t imagine a worse crime scene than a snow-covered alleyway after dark. I’m sure one existed somewhere. I just couldn’t imagine it. "

― Jordan Castillo Price , Body and Soul (PsyCop, #3)