Turbo Twenty-Three
A Stephanie Plum Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Stephanie Plum's mentor and sometimes employer Ranger has her go undercover at an ice cream factory to find the criminal behind the freezer truck full of ice cream and a dead body they found while tracking Larry Virgil. As if this weren't enough, she's also...
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Stephanie Plum's mentor and sometimes employer Ranger has her go undercover at an ice cream factory to find the criminal behind the freezer truck full of ice cream and a dead body they found while tracking Larry Virgil. As if this weren't enough, she's also juggling crushes, love fights, personal engagements and Grandma Mazur and her new man.
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#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • In the heart of Trenton, N.J., a killer is out to make sure someone gets his just desserts.Larry Virgil skipped out on his latest court date after he was arrested for hijacking an eighteen-wheeler full of premium bourbon. Fortunately for bounty hunter Stephanie Plum, Larry is just stupid enough to attempt almost the exact same crime again. Only this time he flees the scene, leaving behind a freezer truck loaded with Bogart ice cream and a dead body-frozen solid and covered in chocolate and chopped pecans.
As fate would have it, Stephanie's mentor and occasional employer, Ranger, needs her to go undercover at the Bogart factory to find out who's putting their employees on ice and sabotaging the business. It's going to be hard for Stephanie to keep her hands off all that ice cream, and even harder for her to keep her hands off Ranger. It's also going to be hard to explain to Trenton's hottest cop, Joe Morelli, why she is spending late nights with Ranger, late nights with Lula and Randy Briggs-who are naked and afraid-and late nights keeping tabs on Grandma Mazur and her new fella. Stephanie Plum has a lot on her plate, but for a girl who claims to have "virtually no marketable skills," these are the kinds of sweet assignments she does best.
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OneMonday
Larry Virgil is a lanky, grease--stained guy in his forties. He lives alone in the back room of his auto body shop on Baker Street in north Trenton, and he hasn t cut his hair in at least ten years. For all I know that was also the last time he washed it. He has a reputation for drinking too much and abusing women, and he has a hotdog with testicles tattooed on his forehead. I suppose it might be a penis, but it s not a very good tattoo, and I prefer to think it s a hotdog.
None of this would be any of my business, but a couple months ago Trenton s finest caught Virgil hijacking an eighteen--wheeler filled with cases of premium bourbon. Virgil was arrested and subsequently bonded out by my bail bondsman cousin and employer, Vincent Plum. Virgil failed to appear for his court appearance a week ago, and Vinnie isn t happy. If Virgil isn t brought back into the system in a timely fashion, Vinnie will lose his bond money.
My name is Stephanie Plum. I m a college graduate with virtually no marketable skills, so for the past several years I ve been tracking down Vinnie s skips. What I lack in expertise I make up for with desperation and tenacity, because I only get paid when I catch someone.
It was ten o clock at night in mid--September, and cool enough for me to need a sweatshirt over my T--shirt. I was currently pulling surveillance on Larry Virgil s three--bay garage, hoping to catch him entering or exiting. I was with my wheelman, Lula. We d been sitting across from the garage for over two hours and my eyes were crossing out of boredom.
This isn t going anywhere, I said to Lula. He isn t answering his phone, and there aren t any lights on in the building.
Lula is a former ho who Vinnie hired as a file clerk a while back. When files went digital he didn t have the guts to fire her, so now Lula shows up every day for work and pretty much does whatever she wants. Mostly she hangs with me. She s shorter than I am. She packs a
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lot more bodacious voluptuousness into her clothes than I do. Her hair is currently pink. Her skin is always brown. Her attitude is Say what?
I m pale in comparison to Lula. I have shoulder--length mostly unmanageable curly brown hair that s usually pulled into a ponytail, and I ve been told I look a little like Julia Roberts when she played a hooker in Pretty Woman. I think this is mostly a compliment, right?
My personal opinion is that this loser skipped town, Lula said. It s not like he got family here. And we re not lookin at someone with a active social life. Only time this man goes out is to hijack a truck, and he got a crimp put in that activity.
Lights flashed at the cross street and an eighteen--wheeler chugged toward us and parked in front of the lot attached to the garage. The lot was enclosed by a six--foot--high chain link fence topped with razor wire. A man swung down from the cab of the truck and walked to the gate. He fiddled with the lock and the gate swung open.
It s him, Lula said, sticking her hand into her big bedazzled purse and rooting around in it looking for her gun. It s that punk--ass Larry Virgil. I told you he d be back. I got a gun in here somewhere. Hold on while I get my gun.
We don t need guns, I said. He s not known for being armed. All we have to do is wait for him to get inside and then we ll sneak in and slap the cuffs on him.
I got it, Lula said. I got my gun. Let s go!
Not yet, I said.
Too late. Lula was out from behind the wheel of her Firebird, running across the road, waving her gun and yelling, Bond enforcement!
I m pale in comparison to Lula. I have shoulder--length mostly unmanageable curly brown hair that s usually pulled into a ponytail, and I ve been told I look a little like Julia Roberts when she played a hooker in Pretty Woman. I think this is mostly a compliment, right?
My personal opinion is that this loser skipped town, Lula said. It s not like he got family here. And we re not lookin at someone with a active social life. Only time this man goes out is to hijack a truck, and he got a crimp put in that activity.
Lights flashed at the cross street and an eighteen--wheeler chugged toward us and parked in front of the lot attached to the garage. The lot was enclosed by a six--foot--high chain link fence topped with razor wire. A man swung down from the cab of the truck and walked to the gate. He fiddled with the lock and the gate swung open.
It s him, Lula said, sticking her hand into her big bedazzled purse and rooting around in it looking for her gun. It s that punk--ass Larry Virgil. I told you he d be back. I got a gun in here somewhere. Hold on while I get my gun.
We don t need guns, I said. He s not known for being armed. All we have to do is wait for him to get inside and then we ll sneak in and slap the cuffs on him.
I got it, Lula said. I got my gun. Let s go!
Not yet, I said.
Too late. Lula was out from behind the wheel of her Firebird, running across the road, waving her gun and yelling, Bond enforcement!
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Autoren-Porträt von Janet Evanovich
Janet Evanovich is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Stephanie Plum series, the Knight and Moon series, the Fox and O’Hare series, the Lizzy and Diesel series, the Alexandra Barnaby novels and Troublemaker graphic novel, and How I Write: Secrets of a Bestselling Author.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Janet Evanovich
- 2017, 352 Seiten, Maße: 10,8 x 17,5 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0345543017
- ISBN-13: 9780345543011
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.08.2017
Sprache:
Englisch
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