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By Janet Evanovich
Welcome to Trenton, New Jersey, the place bounty hunter Stephanie Plum's lifestyles is set to implode in Janet Evanovich's wildest, preferred novel yet!
FIRST A STRANGER APPEARS
While chasing down the standard forged of miscreants and weirdos, Stephanie discovers crazed girl is stalking her.
THEN THE STRANGER unearths HER SECRETS
The girl attire in black, consists of a 9mm Glock, and has a foul angle and a mysterious connection to darkish and unsafe Carlos Manoso …street identify, Ranger.
NEXT, a person DIES
The motion turns lethal severe, and Stephanie is going from searching skips to looking a assassin.
SOON, THE CHASE IS ON
Ranger wishes Stephanie for extra purposes than he can say. And now, the 2 are operating jointly to discover a killer, rescue a lacking baby, and forestall a lunatic from elevating the physique count number. while Stephanie Plum and Ranger get too shut for convenience, vice cop Joe Morelli (her on-again, off-again boyfriend) steps in. Will the ticking clock cease on the stroke of twelve…or will a stranger within the wind have the opportunity to forestall Stephanie Plum…forever? jam-packed with Janet Evanovich's trademark motion, nonstop experience, and sharp humor, Twelve Sharp indicates why her novels were known as "hot stuff" (The ny Times), and Evanovich herself "the grasp" (San Francisco Examiner).
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Do you've any proposal the place he can be hiding? ” “I don’t imagine he’ll cross some distance. He will get foodstuff and spare switch by means of robbing comfort shops. He is going out early within the morning and brings again a pair luggage of sweet bars and snack muffins. you are in a position to do anything with that. And he’s going to be stalking you. other than that, I simply don’t understand. ” “What’s your plan? ” “I don’t have a lot of a plan. I’m at my mom and dad’ apartment at once, yet i feel I’ll return to my condo this night. Morelli’s in his personal condo, and also you don’t have to camp out anymore. That leaves Rex all by way of himself. ” “Are you evicting me? ” “Yes. ” “We have unfinished business,” Ranger acknowledged. “We consistently have unfinished enterprise. simply out of morbid interest, how may you outline your function in my lifestyles? ” “I’m dessert,” he acknowledged. “Something that offers me excitement, yet isn’t particularly reliable for me? ” “Something which could by no means be the bottom of your meals pyramid. ” See, here’s the place i used to be in difficulty. Dessert used to be the bottom of my meals pyramid! i used to be maintaining a bag of leftovers from my mother, and a bag of unpolluted outfits, plus the shoulder bag I’d left within the Mini while I replaced autos within the car parking zone. I juggled the luggage, fumbled with the foremost, and permit myself into my darkish, quiet house. I maneuvered into the kitchen and dumped every thing at the counter. Rex used to be on his wheel, operating, working, operating. I tapped at the case and acknowledged hi. It used to be sturdy to be domestic. solid to be by myself. Ranger had simply very well simple my existence. Don’t expect me to be meat and potatoes, babe. good of him to be sincere. no longer that I didn’t already realize it. nonetheless, it helped to have it articulated. I blew out a sigh. Who used to be I kidding? It didn’t aid in any respect. to any extent further than the try and get back to my condominium and normalize my lifestyles helped to erase Julie from my techniques. Julie Martine was once a lifeless discomfort in my chest. The discomfort was once consistent, and the entire extra painful when you consider that I had no clue easy methods to assist in her seek. at the very least while i used to be bait I had a few function. i used to be sidelined now, left with not anything to do yet wait. I couldn’t think what it needs to be like for her mother. actually poor. I pulled a package deal of sliced turkey out of the leftover bag. a few rolls clean from the bakery. A wedge of chocolate cake. after which . . . sizzle. back. Shit! I didn’t have loads of furnishings. A desk and 4 chairs within the eating room. A sofa and a comfortable chair within the front room. A tv on a low chest. A espresso desk in entrance of the sofa. while I came visiting i used to be within the front room, dealing with in one of these manner that i'll see humans coming into from the little front lobby. i used to be sitting on a eating room chair, held to it by way of electrician’s tape, my palms painfully cuffed at the back of the chair. Julie was once slumped within the unmarried comfortable chair. Her face was once ghost-white and slack. Her eyes have been drugged slits, slightly open, unseeing. Her fingers lay unfastened in her lap. “What did you do to her? ” I requested Scrog. “She’s ok. simply knocked out. I needed to depart the motor domestic in a rush. I didn’t have time to make one other bomb.