Takedown Twenty: A Stephanie Plum Novel by Janet EvanovichTakedown Twenty: A Stephanie Plum Novel by Janet Evanovich

Takedown Twenty: A Stephanie Plum Novel

byJanet Evanovich

Paperback | November 19, 2013 | Large Print

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Powerhouse author Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum novels are “as entertaining as ever” (Entertainment Weekly), “brilliantly evocative” (The Denver Post), and “making trouble and winning hearts” (USA Today).

Stephanie Plum has her sights set on catching a notorious mob boss. If she doesn’t take him down, he may take her out.
New Jersey bounty hunter Stephanie Plum knows better than to mess with family. But when powerful mobster Salvatore “Uncle Sunny” Sunucchi goes on the lam in Trenton, it’s up to Stephanie to find him. Uncle Sunny is charged with murder for running over a guy (twice), and nobody wants to turn him in—not his poker buddies, not his bimbo girlfriend, not his two right-hand men, Shorty and Moe. Even Trenton’s hottest cop, Joe Morelli, has skin in the game, because—just Stephanie’s luck—the godfather is his actual godfather. And while Morelli understands that the law is the law, his old-world grandmother, Bella, is doing everything she can to throw Stephanie off the trail.
It’s not just Uncle Sunny giving Stephanie the run-around. Security specialist Ranger needs her help to solve the bizarre death of a top client’s mother, a woman who happened to play bingo with Stephanie’s Grandma Mazur. Before Stephanie knows it, she’s working side by side with Ranger and Grandma at the senior center, trying to catch a killer on the loose—and the bingo balls are not rolling in their favor. 
With bullet holes in her car, henchmen on her tail, and a giraffe named Kevin running wild in the streets of Trenton, Stephanie will have to up her game for the ultimate takedown.

From the Hardcover edition.
Janet Evanovich is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Stephanie Plum novels, twelve romance novels, the Alexandra Barnaby novels, the Lizzy and Diesel series, How I Write: Secrets of a Bestselling Author, and The Heist, the first book in the Fox and O’Hare series with co-author Lee Goldberg.
Title:Takedown Twenty: A Stephanie Plum NovelFormat:Paperback | Large PrintDimensions:352 pages, 9.16 × 6.05 × 0.91 inPublished:November 19, 2013Publisher:Diversified PublishingLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0385363176

ISBN - 13:9780385363174

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Janet Evanovich I read everything written by Janet E. I love to laugh and the characters always amuse me in the Plum stories.
Date published: 2015-04-10
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Fun, as per usual Always have a good laugh when reading the Stephanie Plum novels, and this one is no different. Would like to see the storyline and characters progress more though, nut other then that, its a fun read.
Date published: 2014-11-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Takedown twenty Stephanie and Lula ever disappoint!
Date published: 2014-08-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loving some LuLu Loved it! Is this the last in this series?
Date published: 2014-06-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Takedown Twenty Evanovich at her best!
Date published: 2014-04-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Novel It surprised me the end I thought I knew who the killer was
Date published: 2014-04-25
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Takedown Twenty It just keep getting better! Keep on doing what you have doing!
Date published: 2014-04-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Takedown Twenty Usual good light read.
Date published: 2014-03-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Soooo funny! Laughed so hard so many times!
Date published: 2014-03-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Takedown Twenty Janet Evanovich still has it! Love the adventures of Stephanie Plum, Lula, Connie, Morelli, Grandma, & Ranger!!!
Date published: 2014-03-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from No Real Suspense Just finished this book and I would recommend it. It does have some laugh out loud moments. I must comment though that this really isn't a suspense novel. The ending was kind of "meh". I would say the most suspenseful part of this book happens about half way through (I will not give it away). I am also getting tired of the whole Morelli or Ranger thing, it's been dragging on way too long. I wonder if the author should consider wrapping up this series. The earlier books in the series really fell in the "can't put it down category". I find the most recent ones don't grab your attention as much.
Date published: 2014-03-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Takedown Twenty Reading about Stephanie, Lila and the gang is a guaranteed pick-me-up! No matter how bad your day is you can bet that Stephanie's is worse. I can't wait for the next adventure!
Date published: 2014-03-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from OK book, NOT great. OK book, not great. Cute might be a better word. Frankly, it is time for Stef to give Morello the boot. Give Ranger a shot. At least Stef seems to realize it may be time to move on. P
Date published: 2014-02-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Takedown Twenty. OK reading. Expected more from a seasoned author such as Evanovich. But, the book met its purpose by being a light read.
Date published: 2014-02-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love the surprises in this one... With Stephanie, you never know what you'll get, and this is great example Plum fun!
Date published: 2014-01-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Love the surprises in this one... Love Janet Evanovich! And love the Stephanie plum series. Always a great time and quick easy read. I really enjoyed this newest one and can't wait for the next one to come out.
Date published: 2014-01-25
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Love the surprises in this one... Have always enjoyed Ms. Evanovich's books and enjoyed this one as well, but it isn't the page turner that some of her books are. Nothing really happened to progress the story line.
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Love the surprises in this one... Takedown Twenty, funny light read.
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Love the surprises in this one... This was a fast read but it was the same as the rest. It made me laugh and was enjoyable but it was over so quick and not much new with the characters.
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Love the surprises in this one... Another great book in the series. The Stephanie Plum novel Takedown Twenty lives up to the fun and suspense filled writing that was in the other books. Can't wait for the next one.
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Love the surprises in this one... This one was every bit as good as her other books. Thoroughly enjoyed it.
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Take home and read twenty Hilarious as usual! Grandma is a hoot! A sure fire laugh with Evanovich!
Date published: 2013-12-18

Read from the Book

ONEIt was late at night and Lula and I had been staking out Salvatore Sunucchi, better known as Uncle Sunny, when Lula spotted Jimmy Spit. Spit had his prehistoric Cadillac Eldorado parked on the fringe of the Trenton public housing projects, half a block from Sunucchi’s apartment, and he had the trunk lid up.“Hold on here,” Lula said. “Jimmy’s open for business, and it looks to me like he got a trunk full of handbags. I might need one of them. A girl can never have too many handbags.”Minutes later, Lula was examining a purple Brahmin bag studded with what Spit claimed were Swarovski crystals. “Are you sure this is a authentic Brahmin bag?” Lula asked Spit. “I don’t want no cheap-­ass imitation.”“I have it on good authority these are the real deal,” Spit said. “And just for you I’m only charging ten bucks. How could you go wrong?”Lula slung the bag over her shoulder to take it for a test drive, and a giraffe loped past us. It continued on down the road, turning at Sixteenth Street and disappearing into the darkness.“I didn’t see that,” Lula said.“I didn’t see that neither,” Spit said. “You want to buy this handbag or what?”“That was a giraffe,” I said. “It turned the corner at Sixteenth Street.”“Probably goin’ the 7-­Eleven,” Spit said. “Get a Slurpee.”A black Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows and a satellite dish attached to the roof sped past us and hooked a left at Sixteenth. There was the sound of tires screeching to a stop, then gunfire and an ungodly shriek.“Not only didn’t I see that giraffe,” Spit said, “but I also didn’t see that car or hear that shit happening.”He grabbed the ten dollars from Lula, slammed the trunk lid shut, and took off.“They better not have hurt that giraffe,” Lula said. “I don’t go with that stuff.”I looked over at her. “I thought you didn’t see the giraffe.”“I was afraid it might have been the ’shrooms on my pizza last night what was making me see things. I mean it’s not every day you see a giraffe running down the street.”My name is Stephanie Plum, and I work as a bond enforcement officer for Vincent Plum Bail Bonds. Lula is the office file clerk, but more often than not she’s my wheelman. Lula is a couple inches shorter than I am, a bunch of pounds bigger, and her skin is a lot darker. She’s a former streetwalker who gave up her corner but kept her wardrobe. She favors neon colors and animal prints, and she fearlessly tests the limits of spandex. Today her brown hair was streaked with shocking pink to match a tank top that barely contained the bounty God had bestowed on her. The tank top stopped a couple inches above her skintight, stretchy black skirt, and the skirt ended a couple inches below her ass. I’d look like an idiot if I dressed like Lula, but the whole neon pink and spandex thing worked for her.“I gotta go see if the giraffe’s okay,” Lula said. “Those guys in the Escalade might have been big game poachers.”“This is Trenton, New Jersey!”Lula was hands on hips. “So was that a giraffe, or what? You don’t think it’s big game?”Since Lula was driving we pretty much went where Lula wanted to go, so we jumped into her red Firebird and followed the giraffe.There was no Escalade or giraffe in sight when we turned the corner at Sixteenth, but a guy was lying facedown in the middle of the road, and he wasn’t moving.“That don’t look good,” Lula said, “but at least it’s not the giraffe.”Lula stopped just short of the guy in the road, and we got out and took a look.“I don’t see no blood,” Lula said. “Maybe he’s just takin’ a nap.”“Yeah, or maybe that thing implanted in his butt is a tranquilizer dart.”“I didn’t see that at first, but you’re right. That thing’s big enough to take down a elephant.” Lula toed the guy, but he still didn’t move. “What do you suppose we should do with him?”I punched 911 into my phone and told them about the guy in the road. They suggested I drag him to the curb so he didn’t get run over, adding that they’d send someone out to scoop him up.While we waited for the EMS to show, I rifled the guy’s pockets and learned that his name was Ralph Rogers. He had a Hamilton Township address, and he was fifty-­four years old. He had a MasterCard and seven dollars.The EMS truck slid in without a lot of fanfare. Two guys got out and looked at Ralph, who was still on his stomach with the dart stuck in him.“That’s not something you see every day,” the taller of the two guys said.“The dart might have been meant for the giraffe,” Lula told them. “Or maybe he’s one of them shape-­shifters, and he used to be the giraffe.”The two men went silent for a beat, probably trying to decide if they should get the butterfly net out for Lula.“It’s a full moon,” the shorter one finally said.The other guy nodded, and they loaded Ralph into the truck and drove off.“Now what?” Lula asked me. “We going to look some more for Uncle Sunny, or we going to have a different activity, like getting a pizza at Pino’s?”“I’m done. I’m going home. We’ll pick up Sunny’s trail tomorrow.”Truth is, I was going home to a bottle of champagne I had chilling in my fridge. It had been left on my kitchen counter a couple days before as partial payment for a job I’d done for my friend and sometime employer Ranger. The champagne had come with a note suggesting that Ranger needed a date. Okay, so Ranger is hot, and luscious, and magic in bed, but that didn’t totally compensate for the fact that the last time I’d been Ranger’s date I’d been poisoned. I’d been saving the champagne for a special occasion, and it seemed like seeing a giraffe running down the street qualified.Lula drove me back to the bonds office, I picked up my car, and twenty minutes later I was in my apartment, leaning against the kitchen counter, guzzling champagne. I was watching my hamster, Rex, run on his wheel when Ranger walked in.Ranger doesn’t bother with trivial matters like knocking, and he isn’t slowed down by a locked door. He owns an elite security firm that operates out of a seven-­story stealth office building located in the center of Trenton. His body is perfect, his moral code is unique, his thoughts aren’t usually shared. He’s in his early thirties, like me, but his life experience adds up to way beyond his years. He’s of Latino heritage. He’s former Special Forces. He’s sexy, smart, sometimes scary, and ­frequently overprotective of me. He was currently armed and wearing black fatigues with the Rangeman logo on his sleeve. That meant he was on patrol duty, most likely filling in for one of his men.“Working tonight?” I asked him.“Taking the night shift for Hal.” He looked at my glass. “Are you drinking champagne out of a beer mug?”“I don’t have any champagne glasses.”“Babe.”“Babe” covers a lot of ground for Ranger. It can be the prelude to getting naked. It can be total exasperation. It can be a simple greeting. Or, as in this case, it can just mean I’ve amused him.Ranger smiled ever so slightly and took a step closer to me.“Stop,” I said. “Don’t come any closer. The answer is no.”His brown eyes locked onto me. “I didn’t ask a question.”“You were going to.”“True.”“Well, don’t even think about it, because I’m not going to do it.”“I could change your mind,” he said.“I don’t think so.”Okay, truth is Ranger could change my mind. Ranger can be very persuasive.Ranger’s cellphone buzzed, he checked the text message and moved to the door. “I have to go. Give me a call if you change your mind.”“About what?”“About anything.”“Okay, wait a minute. I want to know the question.”“No time to explain it,” Ranger said. “I’ll pick you up ­tomorrow at seven o’clock. A little black dress would be good. Something moderately sexy.”And he was gone.From the Hardcover edition.