Welcome to Trenton, New Jersey, where bounty hunter Stephanie Plum's life is about to implode in Janet Evanovich's wildest, hottest novel yet!
FIRST A STRANGER APPEARS
While chasing down the usual cast of miscreants and weirdos Stephanie discovers that a crazed woman is stalking her.
THEN THE STRANGER REVEALS HER SECRETS
The woman dresses in black, carries a 9mm Glock, and has a bad attitude and a mysterious connection to dark and dangerous Carlos Manoso ...street name, Ranger.
NEXT, SOMEBODY DIES
The action turns deadly serious, and Stephanie goes from hunting skips to hunting a murderer.
SOON, THE CHASE IS ON
Ranger needs Stephanie for more reasons than he can say. And now, the two are working together to find a killer, rescue a missing child, and stop a lunatic from raising the body count. When Stephanie Plum and Ranger get too close for comfort, vice cop Joe Morelli (her on-again, off-again boyfriend) steps in.
Will the ticking clock stop at the stroke of twelve, or will a stranger in the wind find a way to stop Stephanie Plum...forever? Filled with Janet Evanovich's trademark action, nonstop adventure, and sharp humor, Twelve Sharp shows why her novels have been called "hot stuff" (The New York Times), and Evanovich herself "the master" (San Francisco Examiner).
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Janet Evanovich is the #1 bestselling author of the Stephanie Plum novels, including Eleven on Top, Twelve Sharp, and Lean Mean Thirteen. She lives in New Hampshire.
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When I was twelve years old I accidentally substituted salt for sugar in a cake recipe. I baked the cake, iced the cake, and served it up. It looked like a cake, but as soon as you cut into it and took a taste, you knew something else was going on. People are like that, too. Sometimes you just can’t tell what’s on the inside from looking at the outside. Sometimes people are a big surprise, just like the salt cake. Sometimes the surprise turns out to be good. And sometimes the surprise turns out to be bad. And sometimes the surprise is just friggin’ confusing.
Joe Morelli is one of those good surprises. He’s two years older than I am, and for most of my school years, spending time with Morelli was like a visit to the dark side, alluring and frightening. He’s a Trenton cop now, and he’s my off-again, on-again boyfriend. He used to be the hair-raising part of my life, but my life has had a lot of changes, and now he’s the normal part. He has a dog named Bob, and a nice little house, and a toaster. On the outside Morelli is still street tough and dangerously alluring. On the inside Morelli is now the sexy guy with the toaster. Go figure.
I have a hamster named Rex, a utilitarian apartment, and my toaster is broken. My name is Stephanie Plum, and I work as a bond enforcement agent, also known as a bounty hunter, for my cousin Vinnie. It’s not a great job, but it has its moments, and if I mooch food off my parents the job almost pays enough to get me through the month. It would pay a lot more but the truth is, I’m not all that good at it.
Sometimes I moonlight for a guy named Ranger who’s extremely bad in an incredibly good way. He’s a security expert, and a bounty hunter, and he moves like smoke. Ranger is milk chocolate on the outside... a delicious, tempting, forbidden pleasure. And no one knows what’s on the inside. Ranger keeps his own counsel.
I work with two women I like a lot. Connie Rosolli is Vinnie’s office manager and junkyard dog. She’s a little older than I am. A little smarter. A little tougher. A little more Italian. She’s got a lot more chest, and she dresses like Betty Boop.
The other woman is my sometimes-partner Lula. Lula was at this moment parading around in the bail bonds office, showing Connie and me her new outfit. Lula is a way-beyond-voluptuous black woman who was currently squashed into four-inch spike heels and a sparkly gold spandex dress that had been constructed for a much smaller woman. The neckline was low, and the only thing keeping Lula’s big boobs from popping out was the fact that the material was snagged on her nipples. The skirt was stretched tight across her ass and hung two inches below the full moon.
With Connie and Lula you get what you see.
Lula bent to take a look at the heel on her shoe, and Connie was treated to a view of the night sky.
“Crikey,“ Connie said. “You need to put some underwear on.”
“I got underwear on,“ Lula said. “I’m wearing my best thong. Just ‘cause I used to be a ‘ho don’t mean I’m cheap. Problem is that little thong stringy gets lost in all my derriere.”
“Tell me again what you’re doing in this getup,“ Connie said.
“I’m gonna be a rock-and-roll singer. I got a gig singing with Sally Sweet’s new band. You heard of the Who? Well, we’re gonna be the What.”
“You can’t sing,“ Connie said. “I’ve heard you sing. You can’t hold a tune to ‘Happy Birthday.’ “
“The hell I can’t,“ Lula said. “I could sing your ass off. Besides, half those rock stars can’t sing. They just open their big oversize mouths and yell. And you gotta admit, I look good in this here dress. Nobody gonna be paying attention to my singing when I’m wearing this dress.”
“She’s got a point,“ I said to Connie.
“No argument,“ Connie said.
“I’m underrealized,“ Lula said. “I gotta lot of untapped potential. Yesterday my horoscope said I gotta expand my horizons.”
“You expand any more in that dress, and you’ll get yourself arrested,“ Connie said.
The bonds office is on Hamilton Avenue, a couple blocks from Saint Francis Hospital. Handy for bonding out guys who’ve been shot. It’s a small storefront office sandwiched between a beauty parlor and a used bookstore. There’s an outer room with a scarred imitation leather couch, a couple folding chairs, Connie’s desk and computer, and a bank of files. Vinnie’s office is located in a room behind Connie’s desk.
When I started working for Vinnie he used his office to talk to his bookie and set up nooners with barnyard animals, but Vinnie has recently discovered the Internet, and now Vinnie uses his office to surf porn sites and online casinos. Behind the bank of file cabinets is a storeroom filled with the nuts and bolts of the bail bonds business. Confiscated televisions, DVD players, iPods, computers, a velvet painting of Elvis, a set of cookware, blenders, kids’ bikes, engagement rings, a tricked-out Hog, a bunch of George Foreman grills, and God knows what else. Vinnie had some guns and ammo back there too. Plus a box of cuffs that he got on eBay. There’s a small bathroom that Connie keeps spotless and a back door in case there’s a need to sneak off.
“I hate to be a party pooper,“ Connie said, “but we’re going to have to put the fashion show on hold because we have a problem.” She slid a stack of folders across her desk at me. “These are all unresolved skips. If we don’t find some of these guys we’re going belly-up.”
Here’s the way bail bonds works. If you’re accused of a crime and you don’t want to sit and rot in jail while you’re waiting for your trial to come up, you can give the court a wad of money. The court takes the money and lets you walk, and you get the money back when you show up on your trial date. If you don’t have that money stashed under your mattress, a bail bondsman can give the court the money on your behalf. He’ll charge you a percentage of the money, maybe ten percent, and he’ll keep that percentage whether you’re proven guilty or not. If the accused shows up for court, the court gives the bail bondsman his money back. If the accused doesn’t show up, the court keeps the money until the bondsman finds the accused and drags his sorry butt back to jail.
So you see the problem, right? Too much money going out and not enough money going in, and Vinnie might have to refinance his house. Or worse, the insurance company that backs Vinnie could yank the plug.
“Lula and I can’t keep up with the skips,“ I said to Connie. “There are too many of them.”
“Yeah, and I’ll tell you the problem,“ Lula said. “It used to be Ranger worked full time for you, but anymore he’s got his own security business going, and he’s not doing skip tracing. It’s just Stephanie and me catching the bad guys these days.”
It was true. Ranger had moved most of his business toward the security side and only went into tracking mode when something came in that was over my head. There are some who might argue everything is over my head, but for practical purposes we’ve had to ignore that argument.
“I hate to say this,“ I told Connie, “but you need to hire another bond enforcement person.”
“It’s not that easy,“ Connie said. “Remember when we had Joyce Barnhardt working here? That was a disaster. She screwed up all her busts doing her big bad bounty hunter routine. And then she stole everyone’s skips. It’s not like she’s a team player.”
Joyce Barnhardt is my archenemy. I went all through school with her, and she was a misery. And before the ink was dry on my marriage license she was in bed with my husband, who is now my ex-husband. Thank you, Joyce.
“We could put a ad in the paper,“ Lula said. “That’s how I got my filing job here. Look at how good that turned out.”
Connie and I did eye rolls.
Lula was about the worst file clerk ever. Lula kept her job because no one else would tolerate Vinnie. The first time Vinnie made a grab at Lula she clocked him on the side of the head with a five-pound phone book and told him she’d staple his nuts to the wall if he didn’t show respect. And that was the end of sexual harassment in the bail bonds office.
Connie read the names off the files on her desk. “Lonnie Johnson, Kevin Gallager, Leon James, Dooby Biagi, Caroline Scarzolli, Melvin Pickle, Charles Chin, Bernard Brown, Mary Lee Truk, Luis Queen, John Santos. These are all current. You already have half of them. The rest came in last night. Plus we have nine outstanding that we’ve relegated to the temporarily lost cause file. Vinnie’s writing a lot of bond these days. Probably taking risks he shouldn’t. The result is more than the normal FTAs.”
When someone doesn’t show up for a court appearance we call them FTA. Failure to Appear. People fail to appear for a bunch of reasons. Hookers and pushers can make more money on the street than they can in jail so they only show up in court when you finally stop bonding them out. All other people just don’t want to go to jail.
Connie gave me the new files, and it was like an elephant was sitting on my chest. Lonnie Johnson was wanted for armed robbery. Leon James was suspected of arson and attempted murder. Kevin Gallager was wanted for grand theft auto. Mary Lee Truk had inserted a carving knife into her husband’s left buttock during a domestic disturbance. And Melvin Pickle w...
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Book Description Macmillan Audio, 2006. Audio CD. Book Condition: New. book. Bookseller Inventory # M1593979029