Four to Score (Stephanie Plum Series #4)

Four to Score (Stephanie Plum Series #4)

by Janet Evanovich

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ISBN-13: 9781429971195
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 04/01/2010
Series: Stephanie Plum Series , #4
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 10,069
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About 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.
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.


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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Four to Score

By Janet Evanovich

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 1998 Evanovich, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-7119-5


Living in Trenton in July is like living inside a big pizza oven. Hot, airless, aromatic.

Because I didn't want to miss any of the summer experience I had the sunroof open on my Honda CRX. My brown hair was pulled up into a wind-snarled, curls-gone-to-frizz ponytail. The sun baked the top of my head, and sweat trickled under my black spandex sports bra. I was wearing matching spandex shorts and a sleeveless oversized Trenton Thunders baseball jersey. It was an excellent outfit except it gave me no place to stick my .38. Which meant I was going to have to borrow a gun to shoot my cousin Vinnie.

I parked the CRX in front of Vinnie's storefront bail bonds office, lunged out of the car, stalked across the sidewalk, and yanked the office door open. "Where is he? Where is that miserable little excuse for a human being?"

"Uh oh," Lula said from behind the file cabinet. "Rhino alert."

Lula is a retired hooker who helps clean up the filing and sometimes rides shotgun for me when I do my fugitive apprehension thing. If people were cars, Lula would be a big, black '53 Packard with a high-gloss chrome grille, oversized headlights, and a growl like a junkyard dog. Lots of muscle. Never fit in a compact space.

Connie Rosolli, the office manager, pushed back at her desk when I entered. Connie's domain was this one front room where friends and relatives of miscreants came to beg money. And to the rear, in an inner office, my cousin Vinnie slapped Mr. Johnson around and conversed with his bookie.

"Hey," Connie said, "I know what you're bummed about, and this wasn't my decision. Personally, if I were you, I'd kick your cousin's pervert ass around the block."

I pushed a clump of hair that had strayed from the ponytail back from my face. "Kicking isn't good enough. I think I'll shoot him."

"Go for it!" Lula said.

"Yeah," Connie agreed. "Shoot him."

Lula checked out my clothes. "You need a gun? I don't see no gun bulges in that spandex." She hiked up her T-shirt and pulled a Chief's Special out of her cut-off denim shorts. "You could use mine. Just be careful; it sights high."

"You don't want a little peashooter like that," Connie said, opening her desk drawer. "I've got a forty-five. You can make a nice big hole with a forty-five."

Lula went for her purse. "Hold on here. If that's what you want, let me give you the big stud. I've got a forty-four magnum loaded up with hydroshocks. This baby'll do real damage, you see what I'm saying? You could drive a Volkswagen through the hole this sweetheart makes."

"I was sort of kidding about shooting him," I told them.

"Too bad," Connie said.

Lula shoved her gun back in her shorts. "Yeah, that's damn disappointing."

"So where is he? Is he in?"

"Hey, Vinnie!" Connie yelled. "Stephanie's here to see you!"

The door to the inner office opened and Vinnie poked his head out. "What?"

Vinnie was 5'7", looked like a weasel, thought like a weasel, smelled like a French whore and was once in love with a duck.

"You know what!" I said, hands fisted on hips. "Joyce Barnhardt, that's what. My grandma was at the beauty parlor and heard you hired Joyce to do skip tracing."

"So what's the big deal? I hired Joyce Barnhardt."

"Joyce Barnhardt does makeovers at Macy's."

"And you used to sell ladies' panties."

"That was entirely different. I blackmailed you into giving me this job."

"Exactly," Vinnie said. "So what's your point?"

"Fine!" I shouted. "Just keep her out of my way! I hate Joyce Barnhardt!"

And everybody knew why. At the tender age of twenty-four, after less than a year of marriage, I'd caught Joyce bareassed on my dining room table, playing hide-the-salami with my husband. It was the only time she'd ever done me a favor. We'd gone through school together, where she'd spread rumors, told fibs, ruined friendships and peeked under the stall doors in the girls' bathroom to see people's underpants.

She'd been a fat kid with a terrible overbite. The overbite had been minimalized by braces, and by the time Joyce was fifteen she'd trimmed down to look like Barbie on steroids. She had chemically enhanced red hair done up in big teased curls. Her nails were long and painted, her lips were high gloss, her eyes were rimmed in navy liquid liner, her lashes gunked up with blue-black mascara. She was an inch shorter than me, five pounds heavier and had me beat by two cup sizes. She had three ex-husbands and no children. It was rumored she had sex with large dogs.

Joyce and Vinnie were a match made in heaven. Too bad Vinnie was already married to a perfectly nice woman whose father happened to be Harry the Hammer. Harry's job description read "expediter," and Harry spent a lot of his time in the presence of men who wore fedoras and long black overcoats.

"Just do your job," Vinnie said. "Be a professional." He waved his hand at Connie. "Give her something. Give her that new skip we just got in."

Connie took a manila folder from her desktop. "Maxine Nowicki. Charged with stealing her former boyfriend's car. Posted bond with us and failed to show for her court appearance."

By securing a cash bond Nowicki had been free to leave the lockup behind and return to society at large while awaiting trial. Now she'd failed to appear. Or in bounty-hunter speak, she was FTA. This lapse of judicial etiquette changed Nowicki's status to felon and had my cousin Vinnie worrying that the court might see fit to keep his bond money.

As a bond enforcement officer I was expected to find Nowicki and bring her back into the system. For performing this service in a timely manner I'd get ten percent of her bond amount. Pretty good money since this sounded like a domestic dispute, and I didn't think Maxine Nowicki would be interested in blowing the back of my head off with a .45 hollow tip.

I riffled through the paperwork, which consisted of Nowicki's bond agreement, a photo, and a copy of the police report.

"Know what I'd do?" Lula said. "I'd talk to the boyfriend. Anybody pissed off enough to get his girlfriend arrested for stealing his car is pissed off enough to snitch on her. Probably he's just waiting to tell someone where to go find her."

It was my thought too. I read aloud from Nowicki's charge sheet. "Edward Kuntz. Single white male. Age twenty-seven. Residing at Seventeen Muffet Street. Says here he's a cook."

I parked in front of Kuntz's house and wondered about the man inside. The house was white clapboard with aqua trim around the windows and tangerine paint on the door. It was half of a well-cared-for duplex with a minuscule front yard. A three-foot-tall statue of the Virgin Mary dressed in pale blue and white had been planted on the perfectly clipped patch of lawn. A carved wood heart with red lettering and little white daisies had been hung on the neighboring door, proclaiming that the Glicks lived there. The Kuntz side was free of ornamentation.

I followed the sidewalk to the porch, which had been carpeted in green indoor-outdoor carpet, and rang the Kuntz doorbell. The door opened and a sweaty, muscle-bulging, half-naked man looked out at me. "What?"

"Eddie Kuntz?"


I passed him my business card. "Stephanie Plum. I'm a bond enforcement officer, and I'm looking for Maxine Nowicki. I was hoping you could help me."

"You bet I can help you. She took my car. Can you believe it?" He jerked his stubbled chin toward the curb. "That's it right there. Lucky for her she didn't scratch it up. The cops picked her up driving through town in it, and they brought the car back to me."

I glanced back at the car. A white Chevy Blazer. Freshly washed. I almost was tempted to steal it myself.

"You were living together?"

"Well, yeah, for a while. About four months. And then we had this disagreement, and next thing I know, she's gone with my car. It wasn't that I wanted her arrested ... it was just that I wanted my car back. That was why I called the police. I wanted my car."

"Do you have any idea where she might be now?"

"No. I tried to get in touch with her to sort of patch things up, but I couldn't find her. She quit her job at the diner and nobody's seen her. I stopped around her apartment a couple times, and there was never anybody home. I tried calling her mother. I called a couple of her girlfriends. No one seems to know anything. I guess they could have been lying to me, but I don't think so." He winked at me. "Women don't lie to me, you know what I mean?"

"No," I said. "I don't know what you mean."

"Well, I don't like to brag, but I have a way with women."

"Uh huh." It must have been the pungent aroma they found so attractive. Or maybe the overdeveloped, steroid-pumped muscles that made him look like he needed a bra. Or maybe it was the way he couldn't conduct a conversation without scratching his balls.

"So what can I do for you?" Kuntz asked.

Half an hour later I left with a list of Maxine's friends and relatives. I knew where Maxine banked, bought her booze, shopped for groceries, dry-cleaned her clothes and had her hair done. Kuntz promised to call me if he heard from Maxine, and I'd promised to reciprocate in kind if I turned up anything interesting. Of course, I'd had my fingers crossed when I'd made the promise. I suspected Eddie Kuntz's way with women was to make them run screaming in the opposite direction.

He stood on the porch and watched me angle into my car.

"Cute," he called. "I like when a chick drives a sporty little car."

I sent him a smile that felt a lot like a grimace and peeled away from the curb. I'd gotten the CRX in February, sucked in by a shiny new paint job and an odometer that read 12,000 miles. Cherry condition, the owner had said. Hardly ever driven. And that was partly true. It was hardly ever driven with the odometer cable connected. Not that it mattered. The price had been right, and I looked good in the driver's seat. I'd recently developed a dime-sized lesion on my exhaust pipe, but if I played Metallica loud enough I could hardly hear the muffler noise. I might have thought twice about buying the car if I'd known Eddie Kuntz thought it was cute.

My first stop was the Silver Dollar Diner. Maxine had worked there for seven years and had listed no other source of income. The Silver Dollar was open twenty-four hours. It served good food in generous portions and was always packed with overweight people and penny-pinching seniors. The families of fatties cleaned their plates, and the seniors took leftovers home in doggy bags ... butter pats, baskets of rolls, packets of sugar, half-eaten pieces of deep-fried haddock, coleslaw, fruit cup, grease-logged french fries. A senior could eat for three days off one meal at the Silver Dollar.

The Silver Dollar was in Hamilton Township on a stretch of road that was clogged with discount stores and small strip malls. It was almost noon, and diner patrons were scarfing down burgers and BLTs. I introduced myself to the woman behind the register and asked about Maxine.

"I can't believe she's in all this trouble," the woman said. "Maxine was responsible. Real dependable." She straightened a stack of menus. "And that business about the car!" She did some eye rolling. "Maxine drove it to work lots of times. He gave her the keys. And then all of a sudden she's arrested for stealing." She gave a grunt of disgust. "Men!"

I stepped back to allow a couple to pay their bill. When they'd pocketed their complimentary mints, matchbooks and toothpicks and exited the diner I turned back to the cashier. "Maxine failed to show for her court appearance. Did she give any indication that she might be leaving town?"

"She said she was going on vacation, and we all thought she was due. Been working here for seven years and never once took a vacation."

"Has anyone heard from her since she's left?"

"Not that I know of. Maybe Margie. Maxine and Margie always worked the same shift. Four to ten. If you want to talk to Margie you should come back around eight. We get real busy with the early-bird specials at four, but then around eight it starts to slack off."

I thanked the woman and went back to my CRX. My next stop would be Nowicki's apartment. According to Kuntz, Nowicki had lived with him for four months but had never gotten around to moving out of her place. The apartment was a quarter mile from the diner, and Nowicki had stated on her bond agreement that she'd resided there for six years. All previous addresses were local. Maxine Nowicki was Trenton clear to the roots of her bleached blond hair.

The apartment was in a complex of two-story, blocky, redbrick buildings anchored in islands of parched grass, arranged around macadam parking lots. Nowicki was on the second floor with a first-floor entrance. Inside private stairwell. Not good for window snooping. All second-floor apartments had small balconies on the back side, but I'd need a ladder to get to the balcony. Probably a woman climbing up a ladder would look suspicious.

I decided to go with the obvious and knock on the door. If no one answered I'd ask the super to let me in. Many times the super was cooperative in this way, especially if he was confused as to the authenticity of my fake badge.

There were two front doors side by side. One was for upstairs and one was for downstairs. The name under the upstairs doorbell read Nowicki. The name under the downstairs doorbell read Pease.

I rang the upstairs doorbell and the downstairs door opened and an elderly woman looked out at me.

"She isn't home."

"Are you Mrs. Pease?" I asked.


"Are you sure Maxine isn't home?"

"Well, I guess I'd know. You can hear everything in this cheapskate apartment. If she was home I'd hear her TV. I'd hear her walking around. And besides, she'd stop in to tell me she was home and collect her mail."

Ah hah! The woman was collecting Maxine's mail. Maybe she also had Maxine's key.

"Yes, but suppose she came home late one night and didn't want to wake you?" I said. "And then suppose she had a stroke?"

"I never thought of that."

"She could be upstairs right now, gasping her last breath of air."

The woman rolled her eyes upward, as if she could see through walls. "Hmmm."

"Do you have a key?"

"Well, yes ..."

"And what about her plants? Have you been watering her plants?"

"She didn't ask me to water her plants."

"Maybe we should go take a look. Make sure everything is okay."

"Are you a friend of Maxine's?"

I held up two fingers side by side. "Like this."

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to check. I'll be right back with the key. I've got it in the kitchen."

Okay, so I fibbed a little. But it wasn't such a bad fib because it was for a good cause. And besides, she could be dead in her bed. And her plants could be dying of thirst.

"Here it is," Mrs. Pease said, brandishing the key.

She turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open.

"Hell-oo-o," she called in her warbling old lady's voice. "Anybody home?"

No one answered, so we crept up the stairs. We stood in the little entrance area and looked into the living room-dining room.

"Not much of a housekeeper," Mrs. Pease said.

Housekeeping had nothing to do with it. The apartment had been trashed. It wasn't a fight because nothing was smashed. And it wasn't clutter from a last-minute scurry to leave. Cushions were pulled off the couch and flung onto the floor. Cupboard doors were open. Drawers were pulled from the hutch and turned upside down, contents spilled out. I did a quick walk-through and saw more of the same in the bedroom and bath. Someone had been looking for something. Money? Drugs? If it was robbery it had been very specific, because the TV and VCR were untouched.

"Someone has ransacked this apartment," I said to Mrs. Pease. "I'm surprised you didn't hear the drawers being flung around."

"If I was home I would have heard it. It must have been when I was out to bingo. I go to bingo every Wednesday and Friday. I don't get home until eleven. Do you think we should report this to the police?"

"It wouldn't serve much purpose right now." Except to notify the police that I'd been in Maxine's apartment sort of illegally. "We don't know if anything's been taken. Probably we should wait for Maxine to come home and let her call the police."

We didn't see any plants to water, so we tippytoed back down the stairs and locked the door.

I gave Mrs. Pease my card and asked her to call me if she should see or hear anything suspicious.

She studied the card. "A bounty hunter," she said, her voice showing surprise.

"A woman's got to do what a woman's got to do," I said.

She looked up and nodded in agreement. "I suppose that's true."

I squinted into the lot. "According to my information Maxine owns an '84 Fairlane. I don't see it here."

"She took off in it," Mrs. Pease said. "Wasn't much of a car. Always something or other broken on it, but she loaded it up with her suitcase and took off."


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Before the live chat, Janet Evanovich agreed to answer some of our questions.

Q:  Who are five of your favorite authors?

A:  My five favorite authors are Bob Crais, Michael Connelly, Amanda Quick, Nora Roberts, and Barbara Parks (author of the Junie B. Jones series).

Q:  You seem to have a rather fairy-tale history as a writer. Could you tell us how you got your start?

A:  Actually, I got my start as a writer the hard way. I majored in fine arts in college and thought of myself primarily as a painter. I married, had two children, and began writing when the kids were in school because, among other things, writing was cheaper and cleaner than painting. I was unpublished for ten long years, during which time I produced three manuscripts that were rejected by every agent in New York at least twice. At the age of 40 I discovered romance novels. Wrote two. The first was rejected. Sold the second. Wrote 12 romance novels in all, but realized by about the fifth book that I wasn't in exactly the right place. I wanted to write a slightly larger book with more action. Tried selling my ideas to women's fiction editors but had no luck, so I reinvented myself and moved into crime.

Q:  How did you come up with the idea for the Stephanie Plum series?

A:  I was watching television one day and the movie "Midnight Run" came on, starring Robert De Niro and Charles Grodin. De Niro was a bounty hunter, and I immediately knew this was the job for my new heroine.

Q:  How does your current writing differ from writing romances? Do you ever think you will return to the genre?

A:  The Plum series has a lot more muscle than my romances. There's some cussing, some violence, some unromantic sex. In a romance novel the focus is on the relationship between hero and heroine. The Plum series is character driven, but the focus is on the action plotline. I don't think I'll ever return to romance, but I think there'll always be some romance elements in my mysteries. When I made the change I decided I'd take those romance elements that I liked and felt I did well with (appealing, positive characters, humor, sexual tension of the chase) and squash them into the mystery format. Truth is, I think I write an adventure novel. And adventure novels have their own brand of romance. I think the Plum series is Indiana Jones in Trenton.

Q:  How much of Stephanie Plum's character is autobiographical?

A:  Stephanie Plum is a fictitious character who shares some of my history and who's been given a number of my embarrassing moments. Stephanie often reacts in the same way I'd react. There's also some of my daughter, Alex, in Stephanie. Alex keeps Stephanie in the right generation.

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Four to Score (Stephanie Plum Series #4) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 620 reviews.
The_Iceman More than 1 year ago
Stephanie Plum, New Jersey's colourful bounty hunter extraordinaire, is on the trail of Maxine Nowicki. But this time she's double-dipping. She's got her sights set on the usual payoff from her bond bailsman boss, Vinny, who wants Maxine corralled as an FTA on a car theft charge. But Stephanie's also been promised a $1000 under-the-counter payoff from Maxine's ex-boyfriend, Eddie Kuntz who says he wants to retrieve some potentially embarrassing love letters that might damage his macho reputation "with the chicks". The case ratchets up to new heights of raucous, raunchy comedy when Stephanie teams up with Sally Sweet, a hairy seven foot tall cross-dressing rock singer who's shacked up with a very jealous, very gay, very male Marilyn Monroe look-alike.

Four musketeers out on the prowl - Stephanie, Sally Sweet, Lula, the 200 pound black reformed prostitute with a heart of gold and a mouth of pure dirt plus Grandma Mazur - definitely make for some laugh out loud moments. But, for my money, this entry in the Stephanie Plum series didn't quite tickle my funny bone in the same way as the previous three novels. Evanovich's usual clever comedy and wit started to fall by the wayside and were increasingly replaced by Vaudevillian physical comedy and enormous helpings of vulgar trash talk designed to entertain by shock value.

While there was some definite warm-hearted and enjoyable movement forward in Stephanie's relationship with long-standing love interest, cop Joe Morelli (not to mention some pretty hot action in the boudoir, the kitchen, the hall and the shower among other locations), the formulaic approach to the plot line in her stories is also beginning to wear thin after only four novels. Stephanie's apparently harmless chases after low level FTAs that look like they're going to be easy-picking low hanging fruit always seem to coincidentally cross paths and mesh with Morelli's much more complex cases. This time around is no different. Morelli's hooked up with the Feds chasing counterfeiters and money launderers and it isn't long before Stephanie finds herself involved in Morelli's case and up to her neck in mayhem, murder and mutilation.

That kind of coincidence might work once or twice but to repeat it over and over again verges on silliness. Even for a series like Stephanie Plum that is clearly pure parody, it wears thin.

For new readers, "Four to Score" probably is worthy of four stars as a stand-alone entertaining comedic parody of the typical PI novels and more serious mysteries out there. But for continuing fans, "Four to Score" is getting tired and has probably dropped to a somewhat lower three star rating. I'll still read "High Five", the next in the series, but if it's a repeat performance of "Four to Score" that will put paid to Stephanie Plum for me.


Paul Weiss
Guest More than 1 year ago
Stephanie Plum - can we all relate to her at times or what? I laugh out loud at Lula and Stephanie - and in another 20 years, its my goal to be just like Grandma Mazur 'just kidding, of course'....I'm reading the books in order and the books just get more entertaining as I read them. Stephanie may not be 'wonder woman', but she always does manage to 'get her man'.....and at the end of the day, there's just nothing like the Evanovich sense of humor.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story, but too much profanity used to make it really enjoyable
Bookworm1951 12 months ago
Same old - same old story line. Stephanie interferes with police cases and the police simply look away. Not very realistic. She's a bumbling bounty hunter. Some new and interesting characters were introduced in this book. The book was riddled with offensive language which seemed to be there only for shock value. Not nearly as funny as the first book. Lots of sexual situations and definitely not a book for kids.
SonnyHG More than 1 year ago
Hilarious story telling!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just love this series..entertaining light fun reading!! Love the messes Stephanie gets in and the way she gets out of them!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I purchased the first book One for the Money on a recommendation of a friend. I continue to purchase them because they are so enjoyable and hard to put down. They are fun reads with a little suspense, comedy, and romance. Evanovich's characterizations and one liners are great. The readers experience incidents and exchanges that are totally believable yet if they happened to you, you'd find yourself saying "you can't make these things up." I think the series would make a very entertaining movie. How about starring Alex O'Laughlin and Scarlett Johansen and maybe Betty White as grandma Mazur. ¿¿
Barbara76 More than 1 year ago
The Stephanie Plum series of books are fun books to read. Each character will keep you laughing. These will perk you up if you need a laugh....they would make a wonderful TV series.
kaitlynlenhart More than 1 year ago
risuena More than 1 year ago
You wait and wait and wait for the moment Stephanie and Morelli hook up. Wait no longer. The romance sucks you in, but the crime isn't as good in this one. The plot's a little more predictable. The laughs come from Sally instead of grandma, and Sally just isn't as funny. I'm worried that all her books are going to follow the same formula-Stephanie as a comedic bounty-hunter scraping by and one crime solved in each book. Hopefully, I'll see the characters develop and mature.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book has everythiung you would want in a book! this os what i call the sex book but its got more to than that. this book made me laugh so hard. that joe is one sexy guy. YOU MUST READ THIS BOOK AND ALL THE OTHERS!! YOU MUST!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is just another one of Janet Evanovich's incredible books! The way she writes the character Morelli is sensational. This book is a little racier then the others, but definitely one of the best!! Read it!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
just as good as the rest. put a smile to my face, several times, and fast reading, too fast!!!
readafew on LibraryThing 7 months ago
This is the 4th book in the Stephanie Plum series. I've listened to 3-4 other books all read by C. J. Critt and I have enjoyed them all immensely. Critt does an excellent job reading and giving voice to the main characters and she's a joy to listen to. Stephanie is a bounty hunter working for her cousin Vinnie and she's been given Maxine Nowicki to locate and apprehend. Vinnie also gave Maxine to Joice Barnhart, a rival who has no problem doing things underhanded to get the job done, such as following Stephanie around trying to get a lead. Stephanie also meets Sally Sweet for the first time, a nephew of one of her neighbors. Stephanie, Sally and Lula get into more trouble trying to run down Maxine than one could possibly imagine. As the search goes on it appears Maxine has gotten herself into deeper trouble than skipping bail.
mmillet on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Well, I did it. I went back to this series because I wanted to read something funny and easy. And thankfully, it delivered and I am back on the Evanovich train. Stephanie et al had me busting up so quick I felt like #3 had been a fluke. I think what really makes these books great is the characters. Stephanie meets the most hilarious people ¿ grandmas with `the eye¿, cross-dressers, and ex hookers. But then these seemingly innocent people get a hold of a gun and the hilarity notches up about 100%. I¿m sure this series will be my go-to for when I want a brainless, fun read.
kariannalysis on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Now that I¿ve finished the fourth book in the series, I¿m realizing the little things that make me like series so much. Of course, there¿s the fact that Stephanie has the job many wish we could have. Who wouldn¿t love to kick some butt and get paid for it?I also love the fact that all the women carry guns. At the beginning of Four to Score, they¿re all sitting around the bond office having a ¿gun off¿, if you¿ll call it. Even Grandma Mazur has a gun. I don¿t know many women ¿ well any at all ¿ that carry guns around here. Maybe there¿s a secret society or something I¿ve been missing out on. But in the Burg, if you don¿t have a gun, you¿re the one out of the loop.I am starting to appreciate Janet Evanovich¿s writing. One thing I noticed in this book is she has a way of writing about the characters. If you haven¿t read the previous books, there¿s a short synopsis of who they are. But if you¿ve read them, it¿s not too much to where it¿s repetitive. It catches you up and gives you an idea without being overkill.I liked Four to Score. I like that Stephanie sticks with it even though she gets firebombed and her car soaked in gasoline and blazed. I also like that some ¿co-stars¿ have come into play. Love former ¿ho¿ Lula and man-in-dress Sally.I give Four to Score 3 bookmarks.
bitemeeric on LibraryThing 8 months ago
In the fourth enstament of the Stephanie Plum Novels, Cupcake, aka Babe, finds herself in life threatening situation--again. Someone is out to kill her, she is cempeting against her Nemesis Joyce, Ranger and Morelli are her only chance of survival. We meet Sally Sweet, a transvestite. I find it adorable when Sally and Morelli size each other out..I have read that scene several times and it just keeps getting better.
MuseofIre on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Got caught without a book at work; luckily, I had this one lying around. Damn, the early Stephanie Plums are funny! I like the beginnings of her relationship with Joe, and before Ranger got all domesticated.
bleached on LibraryThing 8 months ago
No case bounty hunter Stephanie Plum picks up is easy. She is always sent on a hilarious adventure saturated with excitement, cars blowing up (mostly Stephanie's), and other types of mayhem. Four To Score is no different as Stephanie has to pick up Maxine for being FTA and is joined by Lula a 250-pound ex-hooker, her crazy Grandma Mazur, and now a seven-foot transvestite rock star named Sally Sweet who joins the cast because of his talent of figuring out riddles and codes. Laugh out loud. A truly riotous addition to the Stephanie Plum series.
Jthierer on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Good, fast moving entry in a solid series
benfulton on LibraryThing 8 months ago
A typical Stephanie Plum tale. Characters are over-the-top-outrageous; plot is thin; pace is quick and sexual innuendo is heavy. The actual sex would barely make an R rating at the movies, although it would clearly qualify for language. The relationship between Stephanie and Morelli advances slightly in this book, although I've read far enough ahead in the series to get a very formulaic feel out of it. It's something of a shame as the characters are interesting enough that some serious development over the length of the story arc would have been nice.An Evanovich is a good read for an airplane, although there doesn't seem to be any reason to read this one instead of any of the others. Still, Stephanie Plum is like potato chips - consume one and you'll probably want to finish the rest.
miyurose on LibraryThing 8 months ago
It's about this time in the series that you start to lose track of just how many cars Stephanie's lost, and how many times she's almost slept with someone. Not to mention, how many times her gun and/or pepper spray are somewhere else.
DGrivetto on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Stephanie Plum is at it again, along with Morrelli, Ranger, Lula and Grandma Mauzer. This time she has added a 6 foot transvestive named Sally as a sidekick. If you are a fan of this series of books then no more explaining is needed. Just read it.
kymmayfield on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I would have to say another hit by Evanovich. I loved it, they keep getting better and better!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a must read for everyone!
bellalibrarian on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This is one of my favorite books in this series, so far; I find myself really liking Morelli and the role that he plays in Stephanie's life. In this one, Stephanie continues her bounty hunting adventures and she gets the "eye." So much fun!