Fearless Fourteen: A Stephanie Plum Novel (Stephanie Plum Novels)

Fearless Fourteen: A Stephanie Plum Novel (Stephanie Plum Novels)

Janet Evanovich

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 0312349521

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Fearless Fourteen: A Stephanie Plum Novel (Stephanie Plum Novels)

Janet Evanovich

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 0312349521

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Personal vendettas, hidden treasure, and a monkey named Carl will send bounty hunter Stephanie Plum on her most explosive adventure yet.

The Crime: Armed robbery to the tune of nine million dollars. Dom Rizzi robbed a bank, stashed the money, and did the time. His family couldn't be more proud. He always was the smart one.

The Cousin: Joe Morelli. Morelli is Dom's cousin. He's also a cop. Less than a week after Dom's release from prison, Morelli has shadowy figures breaking into his house and dying in his basement. Meanwhile, Dom has gone missing…

The Catastrophe: Moonman. Morelli hires Walter "Mooner" Dunphy, stoner and "inventor" turned crime fighter, to protect his house. Morelli is low on cash. Mooner will work for potatoes.

The Cupcake: Stephanie Plum. Stephanie and Morelli have a long-standing relationship that involves sex, affection, and driving each other nuts. She's a bond enforcement agent with more luck than talent, and she's involved in this bank-robbery-gone-bad disaster from day one.

The Crisis: Ranger. Security expert Carlos Manoso, street name Ranger, has a job for Stephanie that will involve night work. Morelli has his own ideas regarding Stephanie's evening activities.

The Conclusion: Only the fearless should listen to Fearless Fourteen by Janet Evanovich.

Thrills, chills, and incontinence may result.

Shattered

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knock,” I said, peeking into the house. Two men were shoving each other around, a guy in a cable uniform was ransacking a chest in the hall, and a woman was yelling at the two men. “You dumb shit,” the woman said to one of the men. “Who cares if he slept with your wife? Your wife is a slut. Everyone’s slept with your wife. Stop being a jerk and go look for the stupid directions.” “What directions?” I asked her. Her head snapped around, and she took in Lula and Brenda and me. “Cripes,” she

and smooth.” “If we got married, and you died, I’d have this floor up before your body got cold.” “As long as you don’t slit my throat while I’m sleeping.” He looked down at me. “You wouldn’t, would you?” “Not for money.” A HALF HOUR later, I was fresh out of the shower and I was still blue. I got dressed in a clean T-shirt and a pair of Morelli’s sweats, and I padded downstairs. “Help,” I said to Morelli. “I have some turpentine in the garage,” he said. “Maybe that’ll work.” He opened

partner.” “I’m afraid I can’t help you there. Stanley never said anything about the partners. He only talked about the money. How when Dom got out, they could put it all together, and they’d all be rich.” “Put it all together?” “Yeah, I don’t know what he meant by that, but I got the feeling there was a map or something. Or maybe a bank account in all their names. Like they each had a piece of a puzzle. I didn’t figure I’d ever see it, so I didn’t pay close attention. He’d drink, and then he’d

her. I know for sure that he wants the nine million real bad. And either he thinks Morelli has already found the money, or he’s decided his best shot is to force Morelli to find it for him. What else do I know? I know Dom is still in the neighborhood. I carted my half-eaten clothes downstairs and tossed them into the garbage. I ate a bowl of cereal and a banana, and I went into the living room. Zook, Mooner, and Gary were back to the world of Minionfire. The spud guns were lined up along the

car that I swear leads to the money, and he knows it doesn’t take him here. He knows it takes him to Starbucks. And he actually thinks the keys are hidden somewhere at Starbucks. Stan doesn’t know what to make of any of it, but he has plans for the money, and he’s tired of the whole thing. And I haven’t mentioned this before, but Stan has done the occasional job.” “Job?” “Wet work.” “Yikes.” “Yeah. So to make an impression, and because Stan has already figured out Gratelli isn’t an asset, he

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