Vera Wong's Guide to Snooping (On a Dead Man) (Vera Wong, #2)

by Jesse Q. Sutanto

She is manifesting like the TikTok told her to.

Because, what could be better than picking up the phone and telling off a few scammers? Oho, she’ll give them a piece of her mind. First, she will tell them that their ancestors are very disappointed in them. Then she will launch into a tirade about young people nowadays. Finally, she will ask if they have eaten, and if not, she will impart some recipe and tell them to go cook themselves a nice meal and ponder their life choices. This is her chance to make a real difference in the

She has always marched like an army general looking for a new recruit to bully, and now look at her, measuring her steps like a guilty child.

Vera is sure she can bang out at least six books a year if she wanted to.

“The only thing you command naturally is body odor,”

“Winifred, I know you are very bored and very lonely, but you should look for your own cases.” “Unfortunately, Vera, I do not have the good fortune of having young men dropping dead in my shop.”

“I’m not gossiping, I’m investigating.” Well, she’s got Vera there.

but now I will do the investigation to expose myself.”

“Uh, Vera, did you mean you’re doing it for exposure?” “Yes, that is what I say. You young people need to listen better.

but the thing is, there’s just nothing quite like the heartwarming joy of gathering a bunch of new people who are obviously slightly terrified and brazenly accusing them of murder.

The video is beautiful, a thousand times better than Vera expected, and she had very unrealistic expectations to begin with.

But it makes it sound

cuter rather than the beginnings of a potential drinking problem.

The thing about living your life on camera is it makes you question every single observable thing about you,

But if she has sensitive skin like me, then you let her be, Mr. Bun, and stop looking at my granddaughter’s chest.” “I wasn’t—it was reported to me,” Mr. Burns cries. “And you tell whoever snitch to you to stop looking at her chest, yes?” Vera pauses expectantly.

I am social media star, so I will splash this story all over the social media. You think I won’t? I am Chinese mother, all I do is create conflict. You think CIA know anything about destabilizing? They know nothing compare to me!”

“Okay. Well. That was pretty freaking badass, Grandma.” “Yes, my ass is quite bad.”

She leans back, satisfied. Is there anything quite as invigorating as threatening people?

She has no idea what happened to Robin’s mother, and she hasn’t had a chance to corner TJ and bully him into telling her yet,

fear. Fear is for toddlers and tiny dogs, not for wise older ladies like herself.

Remember, Vera reminds herself, your ass is bad. Very bad. And that is a good thing.

Then Xander dropped a bomb on her. “Oh dear,” Vera says, “that sound like abuse.” “No, not like that. A figurative bomb. Like, bad news.”

“Ah, no, that is just cop being cop; they always look like they smell something bad.”

All this time, I’ve been so carried away by the fallout, I never really spent any time thinking about the why.”

“I know sad person because I use to be one. Also, Oliver text me and ask me to look after you.”

“You know, this is getting real close to obstructing justice,” Selena mutters. “Is not,” Vera says. “I know my rights.” She doesn’t.

“You are all illegal aliens in America. There is nothing we hate more here than illegal immigrants. Not to mention the fact that you’re not just illegal immigrants but criminals as well.