"You've reached Angie Malone. I'm not here at the moment, but leave me a message and I will call you back."

[Contact the mun here as well.]

The job was the job was the job, and there was nothing she could change about that-not that she would.

Sometimes I miss my undercover days.

She was still waiting for the day when she could celebrate getting off the desk and going back in the field, but that seemed to be a long time coming.

Undercover work was a piece of art, a matter of pulling all the important pieces together to make a clean, unbreakable finished product, but Angie didn’t consider herself an artist; she was mostly making it up as she went along.

But sometimes you really, really wish they could.

Princess and Angie differed in many ways, but the one thing they had in common was that they never minded flaunting what they knew worked.

Her parents didn’t understand the appeal of the FBI to her or Val, but in Angie’s case she had something that she was good at-really good-even if the people in New York couldn’t see that.

You do the crime, you do the time-unless your epically fantastic lawyer manages to get you off.

Ah me, young love.

Am I allowed to jump on the "about time" train as well?