Twelve Sharp (Stephanie Plum, No. 12) (Stephanie Plum Novels)
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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).
who said she got into a car with a man police believe to be her birth father. The description of the man that the girls gave to the police fit Ranger. And the photo shown was of Ranger. I shut the computer down and called Morelli. “Have you gotten the missing child alert?” I asked him. “Oswald just called me.” “Do you know anything I don’t know?” “Oswald got all his information from television.” “What do you think?” “Ranger’s not my favorite person. I think his wiring isn’t code. And it
with muffin bags. “Get coffee and a couple papers,” Ranger said. “We’ll have a picnic.” Ten minutes later, we were on a bench in front of a used-book store on Hamilton, next to the bonds office. The only way we’d have higher visibility would be to stand in the middle of the road. “Anybody following us?” I asked Ranger. “Three cars. Tank in the green SUV, a grey Taurus, and a minivan.” “Aren’t you afraid you’ll get arrested?” “I’m more afraid I’ll get shot by some good Samaritan citizen who
“It’s probably not so bad,” I said. “Take your hat off. Maybe we can fix it.” He took his hat off, and I tried not to grimace. He had patches of angry red scalp and tufts of singed hair. And it was all greasy with salve. “Have you been to a doctor?” “Yeah,” he said. “He gave me the salve to put on.” “You should shave your head. Shaved heads are sexy these days.” He rolled his eyes up like he was trying to see the top of his head. “I guess so, but I don’t think I can do it myself.” “Get
out.” I went bed to bed, peeking around curtains, until I found Manuel. He was on his back, hooked up to an IV. His shirt was off and his bicep was wrapped in a bloody towel. Gail Mangianni was with him. I went to high school with Gail. Her sister is married to my cousin Marty. Gail is an ER nurse and almost always works a night shift. “Hey girlfriend,” Gail said. “What’s up?” “Came to see my husband Manuel Whatshisname.” “Lucky for you we allow wives back here,” Gail said. “Otherwise you’d
by an SUV could do it too.” “You had a bomb strapped to you,” Morelli repeated. “Yeah. It was really scary at first, but terror is a strange thing. It’s such a strong emotion it can’t sustain itself. After a while a numbness sets in, and the terror starts to feel normal. And that’s a good thing because it allows you to function.” Morelli hugged me against him. “I need a new girlfriend. I need someone who doesn’t wear bombs.” “You’re squeezing me too tight,” I said. “I can’t breathe.” “I