Turbo Twenty-Three (Stephanie Plum, #23)

by Janet Evanovich

One didn’t imbibe until four o’clock unless it was at a wake. Wake drinking began early in the morning. There were times when you wanted to kill someone just so you could have a Manhattan for breakfast.

Streetlamps dropped pools of white light onto the blacktop.

Garages in the Burg were for the most part used to store items that should have been thrown away ten years ago.