Buon lunedì, prodi seguaci!🍏

Spero che febbraio per voi sia iniziato nel migliore dei modi: io l’ho iniziato ridendo in compagnia di To the Nines, nono libro (nomen omen in questo caso) della serie di Janet Evanovich dedicata a Stephanie Plum, la più improbabile delle cacciatrici di taglie.

È passato diverso tempo da quando ho letto i primi otto volumi, ma per ora sembra folle come ricordavo…😂

«I’m surprised Vinnie didn’t give this to Ranger».

Our eyes locked for a long moment while I searched for a reply, thinking a fib might be the way to go.

«Shit, Stephanie», Morelli finally said, hands on hips, hard set to his mouth. «Don’t tell me you’re working with Ranger again».

Morelli and I were legitimately separated when I slept with Ranger. When Morelli and I got back together, he never asked and I never told. Still, the suspicion was there and the association rankled. And beyond the suspicion, there was a very real concern that Ranger sometimes operated a tad too far left of the law. «It’s my job», I told Morelli.

«The guy’s nuts. He doesn’t have an address. The address on his driver’s license is an empty lot. And I think he kills people».

«I’m pretty sure he only kills bad guys».

«That makes me feel a lot better».

Stephanie Plum may not be the best bounty hunter in beautiful downtown Trenton, but she’s pretty darn good at turning bad situations her way . . . and she always gets her man. In To the Nines, her cousin Vinnie (who’s also her boss) has posted bail on Samuel Singh, an illegal immigrant. When the elusive Mr. Singh goes missing, Stephanie is on the case. But what she uncovers is far more sinister than anyone imagines and leads to a group of killers who give new meaning to the word hunter.
In a race against time that takes her from the Jersey Turnpike to the Vegas Strip, Stephanie Plum is on the chase of her life. The unforgettable characters, nonstop action, high-stakes suspense, and sheer entertainment of To the Nines define Janet Evanovich as unique among today’s writers.