Three to Get Deadly
A Stephanie Plum Novel
I'm looking for Uncle Mo," I said. "I expected he'd be working in the store."
Dorothy shifted the baby. "He hasn't been here for two days. You aren't looking for him for Vinnie, are you?"
"Actually . . ."
"Mo would never do anything wrong."
"Well, sure, but . . ."
"We're just trying to find him on account of he won the lottery," Lula said. "We're gonna lay a whole load of money on his ass."
Dorothy made a disgusted sound and slammed the door closed.
We tried the house next to Dorothy and received the same information. Mo hadn't been at the store for two days. Nothing else was forthcoming, with the exception of some unsolicited advice that I might consider seeking new employment.
Lula and I piled into the Buick and took another look at the bond agreement. Mo listed his address as 605 Ferris. That meant he lived over his store.
Lula and I craned our necks to see into the four second-story windows.
"I think Mo took a hike," Lula said.
Only one way to find out. We got out of the car and walked to the back of the brick building where outdoor stairs led to a second-story porch. We climbed the st ... read full excerpt from: Three to Get Deadly: A Stephanie Plum Novel ebook
