Two for the Dough (Stephanie Plum, #2)

by Janet Evanovich

still learning the trade and needed

grievous

halt. I finished off

* * * I woke up to rain slapping against my bedroom

weight. The doughnut sat heavy in

should

answering machine. No messages.

Lately Constantine’s stepson, Spiro, had begun making undertaker

Con?” she asked.

“Me. I pretty much run the place, anyway. And then Louie’s here, of course.” “Who’s Louie?” “Louie Moon,” Spiro told her. “You probably don’t know him because he mostly works mornings, and sometimes

look at this tie,” she said, standing over the casket, eyes glued to Gunzer. “It’s got little horse heads

detective.” “I can

overseas calls. “What do you make of this?” I asked Morelli.

Kenny’s mother. I think there’s more

paused as heads swiveled in our direction. I smiled apologetically

hidden under the jacket. Probably enough

is Perry Sandeman. Got the name

long time.” “How do you know him?” “He gets around. Buys a little dope

Spiro nodded solemnly, and with the touch of a fingertip to Grandma’s back, deftly turned her away from the casket. “We have tea in the