Look Alive Twenty-Five (Stephanie Plum, #25)

by Janet Evanovich

I’m five foot seven with blue eyes, shoulder-length curly brown hair, and a body that won’t get me a job walking the Victoria’s Secret runway but is good enough to get me a boyfriend.

“This is about pissing on the dog, right? We all told him he shouldn’t have done that.” “He also stabbed two people,” I said. “That was an accident. He was on a bad trip and got confused,” Kammel said. “Like, that could happen to anybody, right?”

“Home is a state of mind,” Kammel said. “Some people carry their home with them.” He thumped his chest. “In their heart.”