Plum Spooky (Stephanie Plum Series) by Janet Evanovich

Author:Janet Evanovich [Evanovich, Janet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781616839994
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2008-12-31T06:00:00+00:00

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“Okay, how about this,” Lula said to Guzzi. “How about I root your crippled ass out of that rent-a-wreck and kick your butt all the way across the parking lot.”

“What’d I ever do to you?” he asked.

“You shot at me,” Lula said.

“You disturbed me when I was in my home.”

“I guess that’s true,” Lula said. “I wasn’t thinking about it like that.”

Another motorized shopper buzzed up to us. “What’s going on?” she wanted to know. “Is this a mugging? We got rights to be in these things. I got a handicap sticker on my car and everything.”

“Oh yeah?” Lula said. “What’s wrong with you?”

“None of your beeswax,” the old lady said.

“I bet you’re fibbing,” Lula said. “I bet you don’t got no sticker. I bet you’re a big liar.”

“Go get the car and bring it around to the door,” I said to Lula. “I don’t want to drag this guy any further than is necessary.”

“You and who else?” he said.

And that was when I juiced him with the stun gun. He sort of slumped in his seat, and Lula took off.

“It’s okay,” I said to the people gathering around. “He’s my brother. This happens all the time. He just needs to take a nap. He’ll be fine.”

I could have said I was a fugitive apprehension agent, but that always freaks people out. The store rent-a-cops muscle in, and the police are called, and then I have to drag out all my paperwork. Better to lie and make a fast getaway.

“He pissed his pants,” an old guy looking on said. “What’s the matter with him?”

“War injury,” I said. “You should stand back. He could get violent when he comes around.”

I grabbed two bags of Halloween candy from a display by the register and gave the checker a ten-dollar bill. I got my change, snagged Guzzi by the front of his jacket, and wrestled him out of the cart. He was sort of floppy and twitchy, but I managed to back my way out of the store entrance with him in tow. Lula skidded to a stop in front of me and jumped out to help me get Guzzi into the backseat. I cuffed him, thanked Lula, and drove my catch to the police station.

I off-loaded Guzzi at the back door to the station and dragged his uncooperative body all the way to the docket lieutenant. I turned him over and my phone rang.

“Where are my pumpkins?” Anthony wanted to know.

“Keep your shirt on. I’ve got them.”

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