Seven Up (Stephanie Plum, #7)

by Janet Evanovich

Morelli would be able to get me the addresses, but Morelli wouldn’t want me messing around with Snake Pit owners. Morelli would give me a big lecture about being careful, we’d get into a shouting match, and then I’d have to eat a lot of cake to calm down.

My mother came into the kitchen. She looked at the cupcake plate and sighed. “They were supposed to be for the girls.” “We’re girls,” Grandma said.