Four to Score (Stephanie Plum 4)
I was still searching for the spray. Hair brush, flashlight, travel pack of tampons. Damn it, where was the spray?
“Know what?” Kenny said. “What are you talking about?”
“Don't you ever read the paper? This is Stephanie Plum. She blew up the funeral home last year. She's a bounty hunter.”
“You're shitting me!”
Oh boy.
Stephanie Plum 4 - Four To Score
Stephanie Plum 4 - Four To Score
Stephanie Plum 4 - Four To Score
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KENNY GAVE ME a shot to the shoul
der that knocked me back a couple of feet. “Is that true, what Terry said? Are you a bounty hunter?”
“Hey!” I said. “Keep your hands off me.”
He gave me another whack that had me against the wall. “Maybe you need to be taught a lesson not to mess with Kenny.”
“Maybe you need to be taught a lesson not to jump bail.” I had my hand in my bag, and I couldn't find the lousy defense spray, so I hauled out a can of extra-?hold hair spray and let him have it square in the face.
“Yeow,” Kenny yelped, jumping back, hands to his face. “You bitch, I'll get you for this. I'll . . .” He took his hands away. “Hey, wait a minute. What is this shit?”
Terry's smile widened. “You've been hair-?sprayed, Kenny.”
The little girl and an older woman hustled down the hall.
“What's going on?” the woman wanted to know.
An old man appeared. Vito Grizolli, looking like he'd walked off the set of The Godfather.
“Kenny's been hair-?sprayed,” Terry told everyone. “He put up a pretty good fight, but he just didn't have the muscle to stand up to extra hold.”
The mother turned on me. “You did this to my boy?”
I tried not to sigh, but one escaped anyway. Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed. “I'm a bond enforcement officer,” I told her. “I work for Vincent Plum. Your son failed to appear in court, and now I need to bring him in to reschedule and have his case reviewed.”
Mrs. Martin sucked in air and faced-?off at Kenny. “You did that? You didn't go to court? What's the matter with you? Don't you know anything?”
“It's all bullshit,” Kenny said.
Mrs. Martin smacked him on the side of the head. “You watch your language!”
“And how is this to dress?” she said to me. “If you were my daughter I wouldn't let you out of the house.”
I scrambled away before she could smack me, too.
“Kids,” Vito Grizolli said. “What's happening to this world?”
From a man who had people killed on a regular basis.
He shook his finger at Kenny. “You should have kept your court date. You do this like a man. You go with her now, and you let the lawyers do their job.”