"See, I was driving dees car and the policeman, he pull me over on a rountine traffic stop ... and told me I'm driving a stolen be-hicle. And the next thin I know I'm in Jail and dey got me charged with first-degree murder and robbery and everythin else." Chapter 2, p. 14.

"So what we're talking about is blind luck. Some Beach cop nails the guy for running a traffic light and, bingo, there's Mr. Sparky Harper's missing automobile." Chapter 3, p. 20.

"I think your little scuzzball client is El Fuego, but I also think he didn't dream up this scheme all by his lonesome. I agree with you: Cabal ain't exactly a master criminal, he's a fuckin' burglar, and not very good at that. This whole thing sounds like a bad extortion scam, and our pal Ernesto, he don't have the brains to extort a blow-job from a legless whore...