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Twisted Twenty-Six by Janet Evanovich Read Online (FREE)

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About the Book

This isn’t just another case. This is family.

Grandma Mazur, Stephanie Plum’s favourite family member and occasional partner in crime, has decided to get married again – this time to local gangster Jimmy Rosolli. If Stephanie has her doubts about this marriage, she doesn’t have to worry for long. Forty-five minutes after saying “I do,” the groom drops dead.

A sad day turns into something dangerous when Jimmy’s “business partners” become convinced that his widow is keeping to herself the keys to a financial windfall. The one thing these wise guys aren’t counting on is the widow’s bounty hunter granddaughter, who’ll do anything to save her.

Stephanie Plum has made a career of tracking down bad guys, but this time some of the worst people are coming after the most important person in her life – and she’s the only thing standing in their way.

 

CHAPTER ONE

SOME MEN ENTER a woman’s life and screw it up forever. Jimmy Rosolli did this to my Grandma Mazur. Not forever, but for an afternoon last week when he married her in the casino at Atlantis and dropped dead forty-five minutes later.

So far as I know, the trip to the Bahamas was a last-minute decision, and the marriage was even more unplanned. I guess they were just a couple of wild-and-crazy seniors having a moment.

My name is Stephanie Plum. I’m five seven with shoulder-length brown hair that curls whether I want it to or not. I’ve inherited a good metabolism from my mother’s Hungarian side of the family, so I can eat cheeseburgers and Häagen-Dazs and still button my jeans. The hair and a bunch of rude hand gestures I get from my father’s Italian ancestry.

I work for my cousin Vinnie as a bail bonds enforcement agent. It’s a crappy job, but it’s not as bad as my present job of escorting Grandma to Jimmy’s viewing at Stiva’s funeral home.

“What do you think of my outfit?” Grandma asked. “I got a black dress for the funeral, but it’s not my best color, so I thought I’d lighten things up for the viewing. It’s going to be a doozy. All the bigwigs from the mob and the K of C will be there.”

Grandma was wearing a simple pale green dress that made her complexion look like she’d been embalmed right along with Jimmy. Grandma was in her mid-seventies and didn’t look a day over ninety. She had the posture and energy of a twenty-year-old marine, but gravity had taken its toll. She carried slack skin over lean muscle and spindle bone and was in many respects the human version of a soup chicken. The day before her ill-fated trip with Jimmy Rosolli she’d decided to shake things up at the hair salon and had gone with a short punk cut and flame red hair. If you knew Grandma you wouldn’t be surprised at this, and in fact, I thought it suited her.