Dimensions: 292 pages, 9.6 × 6.5 × 1.1 in
Published: July 8, 1999
The following ISBNs are associated with this title:
ISBN - 10: 0312203039
ISBN - 13: 9780312203030
Read from the Book
Chapter One When I was a little girl I used to dress Barbie up without underpants. On the outside, she''d look like the perfect lady. Tasteful plastic heels, tailored suit. But underneath, she was naked. I''m a bail enforcement agent now --also known as a fugitive apprehension agent, also known as a bounty hunter. I bring ''em back dead or alive. At least I try. And being a bail enforcement agent is sort of like being bare-bottom Barbie. It''s about having a secret. And it''s about wearing a lot of bravado on the outside when you''re really operating without underpants. Okay, maybe it''s not like that for all enforcement agents, but I frequently feel like my privates are alfresco. Figuratively speaking, of course. At the moment I wasn''t feeling nearly so vulnerable. What I was feeling at the moment was desperate. My rent was due, and Trenton had run out of scofflaws. I had my hands palms down on Connie Rosolli''s desk, my feet planted wide, and hard as I tried, I couldn''t keep my voice from sounding like it was coming out of Minnie Mouse. "What do you mean there are no FTAs? There are always FTAs." "Sorry," Connie said. "We''ve got lots of bonds posted, but nobody''s jumping. Must have something to do with the moon." FTA is short for failure to appear for a court date. Going FTA is a definite no-no in the criminal justice system, but that doesn''t usually stop people from doing it. Connie slid a manila folder over to me. "This is the only FTA I''ve got, and it''s not worth
From the Publisher
Out of bail skippers and rent money, Stephanie throws caution to the wind and follows in the entrepreneurial bootsteps of Super Bounty Hunter, Ranger, engaging in morally correct and marginally legal enterprises. So, a scumball blows himself to smithereens on her first day of policing a crack house and the sheik she was chauffeuring stole the limo. But hey, nobody''s perfect! Anyway, Stephanie has other things on her mind. Her mother wants her to find Uncle Fred who''s missing after arguing with his garbage company; homicidal rapist Benito Ramirez is back, quoting scripture and stalking Stephanie; vice cop Joe Morelli has a box of condoms with Stephanie''s name on it; and Stephanie''s afraid Ranger has his finger on her trigger. The whole gang''s here for mirth and mayhem. Read at your own risk in public places.
About the Author
Janet Evanovich is the author of the Stephanie Plum books, including One for the Money and Sizzling Sixteen, and the Diesel & Tucker series, including Wicked Appetite. Janet studied painting at Douglass College, but that art form never quite fit, and she soon moved on to writing stories. She didn’t have instant success: she collected a big box of rejection letters. As she puts it, “When the box was full I burned the whole damn thing, crammed myself into pantyhose and went to work for a temp agency.” But after a few months of secretarial work, she managed to sell her first novel for $2,000. She immediately quit her job and started working full-time as a writer. After 12 romance novels, she switched to mystery, and created Stephanie Plum. The rest is history. Janet’s favorite exercise is shopping, and her drug of choice is Cheeze Doodles. She and her husband live in New Hampshire, in house with a view of the Connecticut River Valley.
From Our Editors
Stephanie Plum has plenty on her plate, but, hey, she is a bounty hunter. Life is far from normal in this unique profession. Her Uncle Fred is missing and her only job at the moment is a small bond for an almost forgettable violation. The bills are starting to pile up, but Stephanie goes looking for Fred anyway. High Five further convinces readers that Janet Evanovich is a great writer who's given a realistic, believable character in Stephanie Plum to the thriller genre.
"Suspenseful!"--Los Angeles Times
"Wit and grit."--New York Times