Four to Score (Stephanie Plum, No. 4) by Evanovich Janet

Author:Evanovich, Janet [Evanovich, Janet]
Language: eng
Format: azw, mobi
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2010-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

“Ommigod,” Connie said when I walked into the office, “you did it!”

“Excuse me?”

“How was it? I want details.”

Lula looked up from the stack of files she was sorting. “Yep,” she said, “you did the deed all right.”

I felt my eyes go wide. “How do you know?” I sniffed at myself. “Do I smell?”

“You just got that look like you’ve been totally fucked,” Lula said. “Sort of relaxed.”

“Yeah,” Connie said. “Satisfied.”

“It was the shower,” I said. “I took a really long relaxing shower this morning.”

“Wish I had a shower like that,” Lula said.

“Is Vinnie in?”

“Yeah, he got back late last night. Hey, Vinnie,” Connie yelled. “Stephanie’s here!”

We heard him mumble “Oh Christ” from deep inside his office, and then his door opened. “What?”

“Joyce Barnhardt, that’s what.”

“So I gave her a job.” Vinnie squinted at me. “Jesus, you just get laid?”

“I don’t believe this,” I said, hands in the air. “I took a shower. I did my hair. I put on makeup, new clothes. I had breakfast. I brushed my goddamn teeth. How does everyone know I got laid?”

“You look different,” Vinnie said.

“Satisfied,” Connie said.

“Relaxed,” Lula added.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I shouted. “I want to talk about Joyce Barnhardt. You gave her Maxine Nowicki. How could you do that? Nowicki is my case.”

“You weren’t having any luck with it, so I figured what the hell, let Joyce take a shot at it, too.”

“I know how Joyce got that case,” I said. “And I’m going to tell your wife.”

“You tell my wife, and she’ll tell her father, and I’ll be dead. And then you know where you’ll be? Unemployed.”

“He got a point there,” Lula said. “We all be unemployed.”

“I want her off the case. Lula and I had Maxine in custody, and Joyce barged in with the slut troop and screwed everything up.”

“Okay, okay,” Vinnie said. “I’ll talk to her.”

“You’re going to take Nowicki away from her.”

“Yeah.”

“Sally called and said he was going to the bar tonight,” I told Lula. “Do you want to come, too?”

“Sure, I don’t want to miss any of the fun.”

“Need a ride?”

“Not me,” Lula said. “I got a new car.” Her eyes slid past me to the front door. “What I need now is a man to put in it. He got a name on him, too.”

Connie and I swiveled to look. It was Ranger, dressed in black, hair slicked into a ponytail, small gold hoop earring shining like the sun.

“Yo,” Ranger said. He stared at me for a moment and smiled. He raised his eyebrows. “Morelli?”

“Shit,” I said. “This is embarrassing.”

“Came by to get the papers on Thompson,” Ranger said to Connie.

Connie handed him a folder. “Good luck.”

“Who’s Thompson?”

“Norvil Thompson,” Ranger said. “Stuck up a liquor store. Took four hundred dollars and change and a quart of Wild Turkey. Started celebrating in the parking lot where he parked his car, passed out and was found by a parking attendant who called the police. Didn’t show up for his court date.”

“Like always,” Connie said.

“He’s done this before?”

“Twice.

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