Two for the Dough (Stephanie Plum Series #2)by Janet Evanovich
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THIS ONE'S DOUBLE THE FUN!
Bounty hunter Stephanie Plum is still learning the ropes at her cousin Vinnie's bail bond office, so when she sets out on the trail of Kenny Mancusoa suspiciously wealthy, working class Trenton boy who has just shot his best friendthe stakes are higher than ever. That Mancuso is distantly related to vice cop Joe Morelliwho is trying to beat Stephanie to the punchonly makes the hunt more thrilling….
Taking pointers from her bounty hunter pal, Ranger, and using her pistol-packing Granda Mazur as a decoy, Stephanie is soon closing in on her mark. But Morelli and his libido are worthy foes. And a more sinister kind of enemy has made his first move…and his next move might be Stephanie's last.
“Stephanie Plum is a Jersey girl with Bette Midler's mouth and Cher's fashion sense.... With her pepper spray, stun gun, up-to-here hair, and out-to-there attitude…who could resist this doll?” The New York Times Book Review
“Stephanie's mouth is as smart as her wits…One for the Money was great fun; so's Two for the Dough.” The Orlando Sentinel (FL)
“If an epidemic of sore ribs sweeps across the country, the Centers for Disease Control will be able to trace it back to Janet Evanovich and Two for the Dough…. Get the book; read; enjoy. And watch out for the ribs.” The Washington Times
“While Evanovich's wry humor and quirky characters are reminiscent of Elmore Leonard, she puts a feminine spin on this inventive and fast-paced thriller, which places it in a class by itself.” The San Diego Union Tribune
“A winning adventure.” Library Journal
“[In] Two for the Dough…a truly gritty, ethnic, very complex Trenton, New Jersey, comes across beautifully.” Boston Sunday Globe
“Who could resist the USA original in Evanovich's sassy…Stephanie Plum? The less-than-perfect lady stirs up action and plenty of amusement with her wit and colorful circle of family and friends. Two for the Dough [is] a delight from the laugh-out-loud heavy-armor beauty parlor scene to the family dinner table and back onto the mean streets.” Mystery Lovers Bookshop
“The sharp repartee and Stephanie's slightly cynical but still fond relationship with her family and the burg hold a treasury of urban-style charms.” Publishers Weekly
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I knew Ranger was beside me because I could see his earring gleaming in the moonlight. Everything else about him--his T-shirt, his flack vest, his slicked-back hair, and 9-mm Glock--was as black as the night. Even his skin tone seemed to darken in shade. Ricardo Carlos Manoso, the Cuban-American chameleon.
I, on the other hand, was the blue-eyed, fair-skinned product of a Hungarian-Italian union and was not nearly so cleverly camouflaged for clandestine evening activities.
It was late October, and Trenton was enjoying the death throes of Indian summer. Ranger and I were squatting behind a hydrangea bush at the corner of Paterson and Wycliff, and we weren't enjoying Indian summer, each other's company, or much of anything else. We'd been squatting there for three hours, and squatting was taking its toll on our good humor.
We were watching the small clapboard Cape Cod at 5023 Paterson, following a tip that Kenny Mancuso was scheduled to visit his girlfriend, Julia Cenetta. Kenny Mancuso had recently been charged with shooting a gas station attendant (who also happened to be his former best friend) in the knee.
Mancuso had posted a bail bond via the Vincent Plum Bonding Company, insuring his release from jail and returning him to the bosom of polite society. After his release he'd promptly disappeared and three days later failed to show face at a preliminary hearing. This did not make Vincent Plum happy.
Since Vincent Plum's losses were my windfalls, I saw Mancuso's disappearance from a more opportunistic perspective. Vincent Plum is my cousin and my employer. I work for Vinnie as a bounty hunter, dragging felons who are beyond the long arm of the law back into the system. Dragging Kenny back was going to net me ten percent of his $50,000 bond. A portion of that would go to Ranger for assisting with the takedown, and the rest would pay off my car loan.
Ranger and I had a sort of loose partnership. Ranger was a genuine, cool-ass, numero-uno bounty hunter. I asked him to help me because I was still learning the trade and needed all the help I could get. His participation was in the ballpark of a pity fuck.
"Don't think this is gonna happen," Ranger said.
I'd done the intel and was feeling defensive that maybe I'd had my chain yanked. "I spoke to Julia this morning. Explained to her that she could be considered an accessory."
"And that made her decide to cooperate?"
"Not exactly. She decided to cooperate when I told her how before the shooting Kenny had been sometimes seeing Denise Barkolowski."
Ranger was smiling in the dark. "You lie about Denise?"
"Proud of you, babe."
I didn't feel bad about the lie since Kenny was a scumbag felon, and Julia should be setting her sights higher anyway.
"Looks like maybe she thought twice about reaping the rewards of revenge and waved Kenny away. You find out where he's living?"
"He's moving around. Julia doesn't have a phone number for him. She says he's being careful."
"He a first-time offender?"
"Probably nervous about checking into the big house. Heard all those stories about date rape."
We turned silent as a pickup approached. It was a new Toyota 4¥4 fresh off the showroom floor. Dark color. Temporary plates. Extra antennae for a car phone. The Toyota eased up at the Cape Cod and pulled into the driveway. The driver got out and walked to the front door. His back was to us and the lighting was poor.
"What do you think?" Ranger asked. "Is that Mancuso?"
I couldn't tell from this distance. The man was the right height and weight. Mancuso was twenty-one years old, six feet tall, 175 pounds, dark brown hair. He'd been discharged from the army four months ago, and he was in good shape. I had several pictures that were obtained when the bond had been posted, but they didn't do me any good from this angle.
"Could be him, but I can't swear to it without seeing his face," I said.
The front door of the house opened and the man disappeared inside. The door closed shut.
"We could go knock on the door nice and polite and ask if he's the man," Ranger said.
I nodded in agreement. "That might work."
We stood and adjusted our gun belts.
I was dressed in dark jeans, long-sleeved black turtleneck, navy Kevlar vest, and red Keds. I had my curly, shoulder-length brown hair tied in a ponytail, tucked under a navy ball cap. I wore my five-shot .38 Smith & Wesson Chief's Special in a black nylon webbed hip holster with cuffs and a defense spray wedged into the back of the belt.
We walked across the lawn and Ranger rapped on the front door to the house with a flashlight that was eighteen inches long and eight inches round at the reflector. It gave good light, and Ranger said it was excellent for making serious head dents. Fortunately, I've never had to witness any bludgeoning. I'd fainted flat out watching Reservoir Dogs and had no illusions about my blood-and-guts comfort level. If Ranger ever had to use the flashlight to crack skulls while I was around, I intended to close my eyes . . . and then maybe I'd take up another profession.
When no one answered I stepped to the side and unholstered my revolver. Standard procedure for the backup partner. In my case, it was more or less an empty gesture. I religiously went to the range to practice, but truth is I'm hopelessly unmechanical. I harbor an irrational fear of guns, and most of the time keep my little S & W empty of bullets so I won't accidentally blast the toes off my foot. On the one occasion I'd had to shoot somebody I'd been so flustered I'd forgotten to take my gun out of my pocketbook before pulling the trigger. I wasn't eager to repeat the performance.
Ranger rapped again, with more force. "Fugitive apprehension agent," he called out. "Open the door."
This drew a response, and the door was opened, not by Julia Cenetta or Kenny Mancuso, but by Joe Morelli, a Trenton Police Department plainclothesman.
We all stood silent for a moment, everyone surprised to see everyone else.
"That your truck in the driveway?" Ranger finally asked Morelli.
"Yeah," Morelli said. "Just got it."
Ranger nodded. "Good-looking vehicle."
Morelli and I were both from the Burg, a blue-collar chunk of Trenton where dysfunctional drunks were still called bums and only pansies went to Jiffy Lube for an oil change. Morelli had a long history of taking advantage of my naïveté. I'd recently had the opportunity to even the score, and now we were in a period of reevaluation, both of us jockeying around for position.
Julia peeked at us from behind Morelli.
"So what happened?" I said to Julia. "I thought Kenny was supposed to stop around tonight?"
"Yeah, right," she said. "Like he ever does anything he says."
"Did he call?"
"Nothing. No call. Nothing. He's probably with Denise Barkolowski. Why don't you go knock on her stupid door?"
Ranger stayed stoic, but I knew he was smiling inside. "I'm out of here," he said. "Don't like to get involved in these domestic unpleasantries."
Morelli had been watching me. "What happened to your hair?" he asked.
"It's under my hat."
He had his hands shoved into his jeans pockets. "Very sexy."
Morelli thought everything was sexy.
"It's late," Julia said. "I gotta go to work tomorrow."
I looked at my watch. It was ten-thirty. "You'll let me know if you hear from Kenny?"
Morelli followed me out. We walked to his truck and stared at it in silence for a while, thinking our own thoughts. His last car had been a Jeep Cherokee. It had been bombed and blown to smithereens. Fortunately for Morelli, he hadn't been in the car at the time.
"What are you doing here?" I finally asked.
"Same as you. Looking for Kenny."
"I didn't think you were in the bond enforcement business."
"Mancuso's mother was a Morelli, and the family asked if I'd look for Kenny and talk to him before he got himself into any more trouble."
"Jesus. Are you telling me you're related to Kenny Mancuso?"
"I'm related to everyone."
"You're not related to me."
"You have any leads besides Julia?"
He gave that some thought. "We could work together on this."
I raised an eyebrow. Last time I worked with Morelli I'd gotten shot in the ass. "What would you contribute to the cause?"
Kenny might be dumb enough to turn to family. "How do I know you won't cut me out at the end?" As he was sometimes prone to do.
His face was all hard planes. The sort of face that started off handsome and gained character as it aged. A paper-thin scar sliced through his left eyebrow. Mute testimony to a life lived outside the normal range of caution. He was thirty-two. Two years older than me. He was single. And he was a good cop. The jury was still out on its assessment of him as a human being.
"Guess you'll just have to trust me," he said, grinning, rocking back on his heels.
He opened the door to the Toyota and new-car aroma washed over us. He hitched himself up behind the wheel and cranked the engine over. "Don't suppose Kenny will show up this late," he said.
"Not likely. Julia lives with her mother. Her mother's a nurse on the night shift at St. Francis. She'll be home in half an hour, and I can't picture Kenny waltzing in when Momma's here."
Morelli nodded agreement and drove off. When his taillights disappeared in the distance I walked to the far corner of the block where I'd parked my Jeep Wrangler. I'd gotten the Wrangler secondhand from Skoogie Krienski. Skoogie had used it to deliver pizza from Pino's Pizzeria, and when the car got warm it smelled like baking bread and marinara sauce. It was the Sahara model, painted camouflage beige. Very handy in case I wanted to join an army convoy.
Probably I was right about it being too late for Kenny to show, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to hang out a little longer and make sure. I snapped the top on the Jeep so I wouldn't be so visible, and slouched back to wait. It wasn't nearly as good a vantage point as the hydrangea bush, but it was okay for my purposes. If Kenny appeared, I'd call Ranger on my cellular phone. I wasn't anxious to do a single-handed capture of a guy going down for grievous wounding.
After ten minutes a small hatchback passed by the Cenetta house. I slunk down in my seat and the car continued on. A few minutes later, it reappeared. It stopped in front of the Cape Cod. The driver beeped the horn. Julia Cenetta ran out and jumped into the passenger seat.
I rolled my engine over when they were half a block away, but waited for them to turn the corner before I hit the lights. We were on the edge of the Burg, in a residential pocket of moderately priced single-family houses. There was no traffic, making it easier to spot a tail, so I stayed far behind. The hatchback connected with Hamilton and headed east. I hung tight, closing the gap now that the road was more traveled. I held this position until Julia and friend pulled into a mall lot and parked on the dark fringe.
The lot was empty at this time of night. No place for a nosy bounty hunter to hide. I cut my lights and eased into a parking place at the opposite end. I retrieved binoculars from the backseat and trained them on the car.
I almost jumped out of my shoes when someone rapped on my driver-side door.
It was Joe Morelli, enjoying the fact that he'd been able to catch me by surprise and scare the heck out of me.
"You need a night scope," he said affably. "You're not going to see anything at this distance in the dark."
"I haven't got a night scope, and what are you doing here anyway?"
"I followed you. Figured you'd watch for Kenny a while longer. You're not very good at this law enforcement stuff, but you're freaking lucky, and you've got the temperament of a pit bull with a soup bone when you're on a case."
Not a flattering assessment, but dead accurate. "You on good terms with Kenny?"
Morelli shrugged. "Don't know him all that well."
"So you wouldn't want to drive over there and say hello."
"Hate to ruin Julia's good time if it isn't Kenny."
We were both staring at the truck, and even without a night scope we could see it had begun to rock. Rhythmic grunting sounds and whimpers carried across the empty lot.
I resisted the urge to squirm in my seat.
"Damn," Morelli said. "If they don't pace themselves they're going to kill the shocks on that little car."
The car stopped rocking, the motor caught, and the lights flashed on.
"Jeez," I said. "That didn't take long."
Morelli hustled around to the passenger seat. "Must have gotten a head start on the way over. Wait until he hits the road before you use your lights."
"That's a great idea, but I can't see without my lights."
"You're in a parking lot. What's to see besides three acres of unobstructed macadam?"
I crept forward a little.
"You're losing him," Morelli said. "Step on it."
I pushed it up to 20, squinting into the darkness, swearing at Morelli that I couldn't see jackshit.
He made chicken sounds, and I mashed the gas pedal to the floor.
There was a loud wump, and the Wrangler bucked out of control. I slammed my foot to the brake and the car came to a sudden stop with the left side tilted at a 30-degree angle.
Morelli got out to take a look. "You're hung up on a safety island," he said. "Back up, and you should be okay."
I eased off the island and rolled several feet. The car pulled hard to the left. Morelli did the take-a-look thing again while I thrashed around in the driver's seat, sputtering and fuming and berating myself for listening to Morelli.
"Tough break," Morelli said, leaning into the open window. "You bent your rim when you hit the curb. You got road service?"
"You did this on purpose. You didn't want me to catch your rotten cousin."
"Hey, cupcake, don't blame me just because you made some bad driving decisions."
"You're scum, Morelli. Scum."
He grinned. "Better be nice. I could give you a ticket for reckless driving."
I yanked the phone out of my pocketbook and called Al's Auto Body. Al and Ranger were good friends. During the day Al ran a legitimate business. I suspected that at night he ran a chop shop, hacking up stolen cars. It didn't matter to me. I just wanted to get my tire fixed.
An hour later I was on my way. No sense trying to track down Kenny Mancuso. He'd be long gone. I stopped at a convenience store, bought a pint of artery-clogging coffee ice cream, and headed for home.
I live in a blocky three-story brick apartment building located a couple miles from my parents' house. The front door to the building opens to a busy street filled with little businesses, and a tidy neighborhood of single-family bungalows sprawls to the rear.
My apartment is in the back of the building, on the second floor, overlooking the parking lot. I have one bedroom, one bath, a small kitchen, and a living room that combines with the dining area. My bathroom looks like it came off the set from The Partridge Family, and due to temporarily strained finances my furniture could be described as eclectic--which is a snooty way of saying nothing matches.
Mrs. Bestler from the third floor was in my hall when I got off the elevator. Mrs. Bestler was eighty-three and didn't sleep well at night, so she walked the halls to get exercise.
"Hey, Mrs. Bestler," I said. "How's it going?"
"Don't do no good to complain. Looks like you've been out working tonight. You catch any criminals?"
"Nope. Not tonight."
"That's a pity."
"There's always tomorrow," I said, unlocking my door, slipping inside.
My hamster, Rex, was running on his wheel, his feet a blur of pink. I tapped on the glass cage by way of greeting, causing him to momentarily pause, his whiskers twitching, his shiny black eyes large and alert.
"Howdy, Rex," I said.
Rex didn't say anything. He's the small, silent type.
I dumped my black shoulder bag on the kitchen counter and got a spoon from the cutlery drawer. I popped the top on the ice cream container and listened to my phone messages while I ate.
All of the messages were from my mother. She was making a nice roast chicken tomorrow, and I should come for dinner. I should be sure not to be late because Betty Szajack's brother-in-law died and Grandma Mazur wanted to make the seven o'clock viewing.
Grandma Mazur reads the obituary columns like they're part of the paper's entertainment section. Other communities have country clubs and fraternal orders. The Burg has funeral parlors. If people stopped dying, the social life of the Burg would come to a grinding halt.
I finished off the ice cream and put the spoon in the dishwasher. I gave Rex a few hamster nuggets and a grape and went to bed.
Copyright © 1996 by Evanovich, Inc. All rights reserved.
Meet 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 a dozen 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.
- Hanover, New Hampshire
- Date of Birth:
- April 22, 1943
- Place of Birth:
- South River, New Jersey
- B.A., Douglass College, 1965
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I love this series. It's fantastic. One of my favorites
This series is wonderful! This is book two of the series, which I highly recommend. Great mystery! Lots of Laughs! The characters are sooo real! Just when you think you have an odd ball family, in comes Stephanie Plum! I love, Grama! I love all the characters! In this world of ever unemployment and stepping out of your comfort zone, it goes to show you that you can recreate yourself to keep a roof over your head, while the bullets fly over too! Start with One for the Money if you can! But be sure and buy the next two or three books because you will get done with one and want the next book! Of course, You can jump in anytime with these books because Ms E. catches you up in ever book. She does it differently each time and so when you are reading the series you don't get bored with the reintroductions. This is great for the gals, but I find the guys are laughing and enjoying it too! Just start reading 'em. Soon you will want to read and collect them all!!! I am!!! lol Let the fun begin!!!
This author keeps you guessing from beginning to end. You will find yourself laughing at the antics between the character, Stephanie Plum and her surrounding various supporting friends/cops. Enjoy!!!!
Just discovered Evonavich a month ago with number 13. Then read 14 and now am going back to the begining. The later ones are better. The early ones are rougher around the edges and somewhat more coarse. This one was better than 1.
This is one of the first books of the series, It was good, but the series does get better as she goes into them more. And it's easy to read later books ahead and go back to early ones. Over all the Series is very good, funny, and silly.
Well after reading one for the money i thought i was going to enjoy this one alot more. but i didnt . all of her books are the same and if you are the type of person that likes the same author and same writing style in every book then you will enjoy this. I however, Like diversity in books and feel that the only thing she does different in each book is find a different criminal but with the same exact plot. I found this one boring and will not be purchasing the rest of the series.
After reading One I was on the edge of my seat. Two is good but not great still worth reading though.
I love Janet Evanovich work. The Stephanie Plum series are all great
Janet Evanovich writes with imagination, humor and her descriptions make you feel as though you belong to the Plum family. Everyone has their own destinctive personality and style, yet they manage to jell together and the result is a wonderfully entertaining book that I don't want to put down until the last page is turned.
Enjoyed this one even more than the first, maybe because the stage is set in the Burg and previously introduced characters get more development. Things heat up between Stephanie and Joe Morelli, too. I don't usually read mysteries. This one, like the first, has enough to keep the plot going, but I read these for the laughs and I laughed out loud numerous times while reading this.
Once you've read "One for the Money" you pretty much have the formula for all following books in the Stephanie Plum series. They are funny and will make you giggle. I like the audio books. I play them in my car and laugh all the way to school.
BOTTOM-LINE: Another great one in the series . PLOT OR PREMISE: This is the second book in the Stephanie Plum series, new bounty hunter. This time around first love's distant cousin, Kenny Mancuso, is supposed to be a relatively easy pickup. Sure, he shot a guy, his best friend, but he's not all that bright. Except that he's fresh out of the army and suddenly wealthy. . WHAT I LIKED: I liked the expansion of the role by Plum's grandmother, even though I thought she was over the top in the first one. Here, it's funny, as she is out of control. She goes to a funeral with a closed coffin for a guy who was shot, and she opens the coffin to see what he looks like. Another dead guy has a strange looking ring so she touches the hand and the finger comes off. Don't even ask about her shooting a gun. The love story with Morelli moves along a bit until he screws up (as all men do) and the brakes come on hard. Add in the sub-plot of 24 missing coffins, and the read is a riot. An improvement over the first book, and further expansion of some nice supporting characters. . WHAT I DIDN'T LIKE: There are a few too many guys running around with no real explanation, and the major baddie Kenny does a pretty good job of going wherever he wants to despite a large number of people looking for him (remembering that he wasn't too bright to begin with). . DISCLOSURE: I received no compensation, not even a free copy, in exchange for this review. I am not personal friends with the author, nor do I follow her on social media.
Two for the Dough is even more fun than it's predecessor. Now that Stephanie has one mystery solved, she feels a little bit more confident about her job as a bounty hunter for her cousin Vinnie. Because the characters and circumstances are already established, this installment focuses more on the adventures surrounding Stephanie's latest case. There are more hijinks, goofiness, and laugh-out-loud moments, the best of which occurs when Stephanie invites coworker, Ranger, over for a family dinner and Grandma Mazur opens her mouth. I enjoyed watching Stephanie try and fail over and over, each time with hilarious results. Things are heating up with Joe Morelli, too, but these two still have a long way to go before they approach anything even close to resembling an adult relationship. Plot The plot centers around the mystery and finding Kenny Mancuso. But because this is Stephanie Plum, nothing is ever simple. Nothing goes according to plan and everyone and everything, including Stephanie's own ineptitude, gets in the way. Throw in not one, but two hot guys, and this is a steamy, spirited page-turner that kept me laughing. World Building Once again, Evanovich's depiction of Trenton, New Jersey comes alive with colorful characters and vivid locales in larger than life form. I have no doubt Stephanie's version of bailbondsmanship isn't quite the world that Dog the Bounty Hunter inhabits, but there's just enough realism to keep it from being cartoonish. Characters It's fun to see some actual character development in a light-hearted mystery like this. It's not a lot. I mean, it's not like Stephanie suddenly gets responsible and becomes a kick-butt bounty hunter, but there is some growth. Plus we get to see more of some of the more interesting characters, particularly Grandma Mazur. Even Ranger, as tight-lipped as he is, opens up a little this time around more. Top Five Things I Enjoyed About Two for the Dough 1. Grandma Mazur. She's a kick in the pants. You just never know what's going to come out of her mouth next (and I'm not talking about her dentures.) 2. Stephorelli. Okay, it's my own "ship" name, but it was either that or Morellanie. Whatever you call them, these two are either perfect for each other or will end up killing one another. 3. Ranger. His one word responses say more than a dozen words strung together. He is the epitome of cool. 4. Trenton, NJ. It might just be a town, but it is somehow also becomes a character in the story. 5. The bad guys. Because even they are about as competent at their badassery as Stephanie is at catching them. Bottom Line Two for the Dough is a solid follow up in an entertaining, light-hearted mystery series, and it's even funnier than its predecessor.
I forgot how much fun the series can be and the sense of humor and how fast paced the books are. I really should get back to this series. I liked the tension and banter between Morelli and Stephanie which made the book an enjoyable read. I wasn't sure about him in the first one but him likable in this. Also Stephanie's Grandma is awesome in this. Needs more Stephanie Ranger moments. But it also has some weird and tense moments. Especially near the end. Pretty good sequel.
I love reading Janet Evanovich's books. Her Stephanie Plum series is great. I have read quite a few of them. I can hardly put the book down. I will finish all the Stephanie Plum series. They are really fun books to read.
I LOVE Stephanie Plum...laugh out loud funny...her characters are terrific!