Bounty hunter Stephanie Plum’s life is set to blow sky
high
when international murder hits dangerously close to home,
in
this dynamite novel by Janet Evanovich.
Before Stephanie can even step foot off Flight 127 Hawaii
to
Newark, she’s knee deep in trouble. Her dream vacation
turned into a nightmare, and she’s flying back to New
Jersey
solo. Worse still, her seatmate never returned to the
plane
after the L.A. layover. Now he’s dead, in a garbage can,
waiting for curbside pickup. His killer could be anyone.
And
a ragtag collection of thugs and psychos, not to mention
the
FBI, are all looking for a photograph the dead man was
supposed to be carrying.
Only one other person has seen the missing photo—
Stephanie
Plum. Now she’s the target, and she doesn’t intend to end
up
in a garbage can. With the help of an FBI sketch artist
Stephanie re-creates the person in the photo.
Unfortunately
the first sketch turns out to look like Tom Cruise, and
the
second sketch like Ashton Kutcher. Until Stephanie can
improve her descriptive skills, she’ll need to watch her
back.
Over at the bail bonds agency things are going from bad
to
worse. The bonds bus serving as Vinnie’s temporary HQ
goes
up in smoke. Stephanie’s wheelman, Lula, falls in love
with
their largest skip yet. Lifetime arch nemesis Joyce
Barnhardt moves into Stephanie’s apartment. And everyone
wants to know what happened in Hawaii?
Morelli, Trenton’s hottest cop, isn’t talking about
Hawaii.
Ranger, the man of mystery, isn’t talking about Hawaii.
And
all Stephanie is willing to say about her Hawaiian
vacation
is . . . It’s complicated.