Breaking Even (Sterling Shore, #5)

by C.M. Owens

Great. I don't take good selfies, so I can only imagine how I'll look in a mug shot.

“What happened to you? Just get back from Never Never Land, Tinker Bell?”

“Go on without me, Tink. I'll just follow your pixie dust trail. Peter Pan might need your help.”

Apparently they think I'm this sweet little girl who couldn't possibly break into a guy's house, steal his keys, and blow glitter through a hose and into his air vents. That took hours to do, by the way, and I still have glitter tickling the back of my throat when I inhaled by accident.

For a second, that sounds dirty, but in the next breath, it sounds terrifying. What has the devil woman done now?