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FINGER
LICKIN
FIFTEEN
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FINGER
LICKIN
FIFTEEN
Janet Evanovich
ST. MARTINS PRESS NEW YORK
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously.
FINGER LICKIN FIFTEEN. Copyright 2009 by Evanovich, Inc. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. For information, address St. Martins Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
www.stmartins.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Evanovich, Janet.
Finger lickin fifteen / Janet Evanovich.1st ed.
p. cm.
ISBN-13: 978-0-312-38328-2
ISBN-10: 0-312-38328-2
1. Plum, Stephanie (Fictitious character)Fiction. 2. Women
bounty huntersFiction. 3. PoliceNew JerseyFiction.
4. CooksCrimes againstFiction. 5. Trenton (N. J.)Fiction.
I. Title.
PS3555.V2126F56 2009
813.54dc22
2009018325
First Edition: June 2009
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
This book is dedicated to Lauren Tsai.
Thanks to Ann and Chris Duffy
for suggesting the title for this book.
FINGER
LICKIN
FIFTEEN
ONE
WHEN I WAS a kid, I was afraid of spiders and vegetables. As an adult, Ive eliminated vegetables from my fright-o-meter, but Ive added a whole bunch of other stuff. Homicidal maniacs, serial rapists, cellulite, Joe Morellis Grandma Bella, rabid bats, and any form of organized exercise.
My name is Stephanie Plum, and I work as a bond enforcement officer for Vincent Plum Bail Bonds. Its not a great job, but it allows me to avoid organized exercise, and I hardly ever encounter rabid bats. The remaining fright-o-meter items lurk in the dark shadows of my daily life. Fortunately, there are also good things in those shadows. Joe Morelli without his Grandma Bella, fellow bounty hunter Ranger without his clothes, my crazy family, my hamster, Rex... and Lula. Lula actually fits somewhere between the rabid bats and the good stuff. Shes a former ho, now working as the office file clerk and apprentice bounty hunter. Lulas got a plus-size personality and body, and a petite-size wardrobe. Shes got brown skin, blond hair, and last week she had tiny rhinestones pasted onto her eyelids.
It was Monday morning. Connie, the office manager, and I were in the bonds office enjoying our morning coffee, and Lula slid her red Firebird to a stop at the curb. We watched Lula through the big plate-glass window in the front of the small office, and we did a joint grimace. Lula was in a state. She lurched out of the Firebird, beeped it locked, and burst into the office, her eyes wild, rolling around in their sockets, her hands waving in the air.
I saw it all, she said. It was terrible. It was horrible. I couldnt believe it was happening. And right in front of me. She looked around. What do we got? Do we got doughnuts? Cause I need a doughnut. I need a whole bag. And maybe I need one of them breakfast sandwiches with the egg and cheese and bacon and grease. I got a big grease craving.
I knew it would be a huge mistake to ask Lula what shed seen, but I couldnt stop myself.
What was terrible and horrible? I asked.
Connie leaned forward, elbows on her desk, already knowing the telling of the story would be a car crash. Connie is a couple years older than me, and while my heritage is half Hungarian and half Italian, Connie is Italian through and through. Her hair is jet black, her lipstick is fire-engine red, her body is va-va-voom .
Lula paced in front of Connies desk. First off, I hardly had time for anything this morning. I had a big date last night, and by the time I booted his butt out of my bed, I already missed a lot of my beauty sleep. Anyways, I got up late, and then I couldnt decide what to wear. One day its hot out and next thing its cold. And then I had to decide if I needed to wear shoes that kicked ass or were good for ass kicking, on account of theres a difference, you know.
Jeez Louise, Connie said. Could you get to it?
The point bein I was late, Lula said. I was tryin to put makeup on and drive, and I missed a turn, and before I knew it I was someplace I didnt want to be. So I pulled over to look around and figure things out, and when I did that my makeup case rolled off the seat next to me, and everything went all over the floor. So I was bent over to get my makeup, and I guess it looked like there was no one in the car, because when I came back up there were two big hairy morons standing right in front of my Firebird, and they were removing a head from some guys body.
Excuse me?
This one moron had a giant meat cleaver. And the other moron had a hold of this man in a suit. And whack ! No head. The head popped off its neck and bounced down the street.
And then what happened? Connie said.
Then they saw me, Lula said. They looked real surprised. And I know I looked real surprised. And then I laid down about two feet of rubber and took off.
Do you know who they were?
No.
Did you know the guy in the suit?
No, but it was a real nice suit. And he had a nice striped tie, too.
Did you go to the police? Connie asked.
No. I came straight here. Its not like the police were gonna put Humpty Dumpty back together again, Lula said. Didnt seem like there was a big rush, and I needed a doughnut. Holy cow. Holy shit. I really need a doughnut.
You need to call the police, Connie told Lula.
I hate the police. They give me the willies. Except for Stephanies Morelli. Hes a hottie.
Joe Morelli is a Trenton plainclothes cop, and Lula is right about Morelli being a hottie, but Lula is wrong about Morelli belonging to me. Morelli and I have had an off-and-on relationship for as long as I can remember, and we are currently off. Two weeks ago, we had a disagreement over peanut butter that turned into a disagreement over everything under the sun, and we havent seen each other since.
Connie dialed into the police band, and we listened for a couple minutes to see if we could pick up anything to do with decapitation.
Where did this happen? Connie asked.
The three hundred block of Ramsey Street. It was right in front of the Sunshine Hotel.
The Sunshine Hotel is a roach farm that rents rooms by the hour. No one coming or going from the Sunshine Hotel would ever report anything to anyone.
I seen lots of stuff, Lula said, but this was disgustin. Blood shot out like one of them oil gushers. And when the head hit the ground, I swear the eyes were lookin at me. I guess I need to tell the police, but I only want Morelli. Lula fixed on me. You gotta call Morelli.
No way. Im not talking to him. You can call him.
I dont know him like you know him.
I dont know him that way anymore. Im done with him. Hes a jerk.
All men are jerks, Lula said. That dont mean they arent good for some things. And Morellis a hot jerk. He could be a movie star or a underwear model if he wasnt a cop. He got all that wavy black hair and dreamy brown bedroom eyes. Hes kind of puny compared to some men I know, but hes hot all the same.
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