Janet Evanovich - Top Secret Twenty-One

Top Secret Twenty-One is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2014 by Evanovich, Inc.
Pros and Cons copyright 2013 by The Gus Group LLC

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Pros and Cons by Janet Evanovich and Lee Goldberg was originally published separately in a digital edition by Bantam Books, an imprint of Random House, a division of Random House LLC in 2013.

Evanovich, Janet.
Top secret twenty-one : a Stephanie Plum novel / Janet Evanovich.
pages cm. (Stephanie Plum)
ISBN: 978-0-345-54292-2
eBook ISBN: 978-0-345-54294-6
1. Plum, Stephanie (Fictitious character)Fiction. 2. Bounty huntersFiction.
3. Trenton (N.J.)Fiction. 4. Mystery fiction. I. Title.
PS3555.V2126T67 2014
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Cover design: Carlos Beltrn

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I WAS PERCHED on a barstool in a dark, noisy, overpriced restaurant in Princeton, New Jersey. I was wearing a red dress that was too tight, too short, and cut way too low. And I was wearing an earbud that connected me to a guy named Ricardo Carlos Manoso, aka Ranger.

My name is Stephanie Plum. I usually work as a bond enforcement agent for my cousin Vinnie, but tonight I was moonlighting as a lookout for Ranger. Ranger was stalking Emilio Gardi, a man many considered to be untouchable. Gardi had friends in high places, an army of thugs guarding his body, and money to burn, and his enemies tended to disappear without a trace. He was currently facing a racketeering charge in Miami, but hed decided to keep his dinner date in Jersey rather than attend his court hearing in Dade County. This meant that the idiot whod been dumb enough to post a bond for Gardi was out big money unless Gardi was dragged back to jail. The idiot happened to be Rangers cousin.

Ranger owns Rangeman, a small high-tech, high-end security firm. Ordinarily Ranger doesnt do bond enforcement, but tonight he was making an exception. He was standing off to the side at the entrance to the dining room, and he was watching Gardi.

Gardi was wearing a tan sports jacket over a shirt with red and yellow flowers printed on itthe South BeachmeetsJCPenney look. He was in his fifties. He was balding. He was built like a fireplug. He was drinking red wine and eating rack of lamb, having a good time, entertaining three other men who were laughing too hard at his jokes.

Ranger was in his usual blacka perfectly tailored black suit, and a black dress shirt open at the neck. The Glock at the small of his back was also black. Rangers body is perfect. His hair is very dark brown. Cut short. His eyes are dark brown and intense. His skin is the color of hot chocolate, the lucky result of his Latino ancestry. His earbud matched his skin tone and was barely detectable.

Standing beside Ranger was a guy named Tank. Tank is big and solid and lethal. Hed been with Rangers unit in Special Forces, and now hes second in command at Rangeman and watches Rangers back.

I didnt see any of Gardis henchmen. Theyd waited for him to take his table and then left the room.

The room is clean, I said to Ranger via the earbud.

Ranger moved forward, his gaze never wavering from his quarry. Eye of the tiger. Ive seen him focus like this on other takedowns, and it always raises the hair on my arms and at the nape of my neck.

Tank was steps behind him, surveying the rest of the room. Ranger unbuttoned his jacket to get better access to his gun and handcuffs. He stopped behind Gardi, put his hand on Gardis shoulder, and said something to him, close to his ear.

Gardi shrugged Ranger away, said something I couldnt hear, and everyone at the table laughed.

Ranger didnt laugh, and even at a distance I knew things were about to get ugly. Ranger made another civil attempt, Gardi got angry and brushed him off, and in one swift move Ranger snatched Gardi out of his chair like a wolverine rooting out a groundhog.

In a heartbeat Gardis head was smashed onto the table, everyone grabbed their drinks, and Ranger cuffed Gardi behind his back and handed him over to Tank. Ranger told the table he was sorry for the intrusion and followed Tank and Gardi out of the room. The whole episode had taken maybe a minute.

A Rangeman vehicle idled in front of the restaurant, ready to take Tank and Gardi back to Rangeman headquarters in center city Trenton. In the morning Gardi would be escorted onto a plane and extradited to Miami.

My job done, I turned back to my black sambuca. Okay, I know they put food coloring in the sambuca to make it black. Dont care. Its sexy. And I swear the black tastes better. I guess I could also say that about Ranger. Not that hes my boyfriend or anything, but we have had a moment.

I downed the sambuca, paid my tab, and went outside to meet up with Ranger. The Rangeman SUV was pulling away, and Ranger was waiting for me beside his black Porsche 911 Turbo.

Babe, he said.

Babe covers a lot of ground for Ranger. It can be a simple greeting, or a warning that a tarantula is sitting on my shoulder. Tonight it came on the heels of a full body scan, and I was pretty sure it suggested he liked my dress.

Ranger slipped an arm around me, leaned close, and kissed me. The kiss was a further indicator that he liked the dress. In fact, the kiss suggested that while he liked the dress a lot, he wouldnt mind getting me out of the dress as soon as possible. And I was thinking that was a great idea. Fortunately we were in Princeton, and my apartment was at least a half hour away if the traffic was moving. I was going to need that time to talk myself out of sleeping with Ranger.

Ranger keeps me safe from everyone but himself. Hes the panther stalking the gazelle, keeping all other predators away. He enjoys the hunt. And I enjoy being the gazelle, although truth is Im more prairie chicken than gazelle.

Rangers reflexes are quicker, his brain engages faster, his instincts are far superior than the average mans. My skin heats under his touch, and his kiss sets delicious things in motion in my body. I know from past experience hes magic in bed. I also know he has dark secrets that take precedence over personal relationships. And I know its in my best interests to keep him at arms length.

Plus, I sort of have a boyfriend.

Ranger pulled out of the restaurant lot, stopped for a light, and his hand went to my knee and traveled north.

Um, I said.

He cut his eyes to me. Is there a problem?

Your hand is moving up my leg.

And?

Weve talked about this.

Not lately, Ranger said.

Has anything changed?

No.

Well, then.

Is that a definite Well, then?

Afraid it is.

Too bad, Ranger said.

Thirty minutes later, Ranger parked behind my apartment building and walked me to my door.

Call me if you get lonely, he said.

I have you on speed dial, I told him.

A barely perceptible smile twitched at the corners of his mouth, he gave me a light kiss, and he left.

Truth is, I would have liked to invite him in, but that wouldnt have been the smart thing to do. Not that I always do the smart thing, but tonight Id managed to keep from grabbing him and ripping his clothes off. Two points for Plum.