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

by Jesse Q. Sutanto

But what is life without a little exaggeration now and again? Or, as Vera likes to call it, a little razzle-dazzle.

“I know kung fu!” she shouts. She doesn’t.

“Wha—” TJ sputters. “When you said to bring my daughter and come by for a home-cooked meal, this wasn’t what I was expecting.” “Well, is dinner and a show,” Vera says. “You know, is good to underpromise and overdeliver. This is business advice for you, TJ.”

Vera sighs impatiently. “Thomas and Xander and John are all same person. Aiya, how come you don’t know all this about your boyfriend? When I date boy, I know everything about them, even their blood type.”

I am Chinese mother, all I do is create conflict. You think CIA know anything about destabilizing? They know nothing compare to me!”

Is there anything quite as invigorating as threatening people?

If Vera were to be completely honest, she might say she is ever so slightly intimidated. Some might even say she is downright scared. But that would be ludicrous, because Vera does not do fear. Fear is for toddlers and tiny dogs,

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

No, Aimes. I see you. I understand what you go through. We are exactly the same. Except my breasts are bigger than yours.”

“In hindsight, I should’ve questioned it more. It’s becoming obvious to me now that she wasn’t okay at all.” “No use looking at your behind,” Vera says. “Look forward.

I am doing the dramatic pause, don’t rush me, Oliver.”