Eoin Colfer

Red held me at arm’s length, grinning. “Welcome to the family, Half Moon,” he said.

“Nice shirt, Fletcher,” said Sergeant Murt Hourihan. “”You looking for a job in a surf store?”

There seemed an unwritten agreement that the Thunder God should be left in peace, which was probably due to the very clearly written message painted on a whitewashed wall in what looked like lumpy congealed blood, which read: Leave me in peace and I probably won't kill you. No promise, mind. Probably is absolutely the best I can do.

"Don't worry. I've been in showbusiness for a long time now - I know how to handle bastards"

In the Bernstein Manual there is a short chapter on undercover work. The first line says, in capital letters, AVOID UNDERCOVER WORK.

“Who can fathom the workings of the criminal mind?” I said, trying to sound intelligent.