Poisoned Tarts (2008)
“Dirk said half an hour later as they left the Dante estate. “That Andrew Dante is a total jerk. Told me nothing. Rich people suck. They just do.”“Ah, Detective Dirk Coulter,” Savannah replied, “philosopher, social commentator, orator extraordinaire. And for your information, all people suck, not just the rich ones.”Sighing, he said, “Don’t hassle me, woman. I’m tired.”He took a small, plastic bag from the dashboard and fumbled with it while he tried to drive.“Here, let me open that for you befo...re you kill us both.” Savannah took the bag from him and unzipped it. Inside were half a dozen cinnamon sticks. She held one out to him. “How’s it going?” she asked.“Like hell.” He took the stick and popped it into the side of his mouth. “How do you suppose it’s going? Kicking nicotine is worse than going off heroin or cocaine. Ask any junkie who’s tried to shake all three.”Savannah made a mental note to question any non-cigarette smoking, former heroin/cocaine junkies she might encounter in the future.MoreLess
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