Three to Get Deadly (Stephanie Plum, #3)

by Janet Evanovich

There’s a limit to how far a woman can be pushed. I’d been gassed, attacked, stalked by masked men, lied to by Morelli and I’d been swindled by my mechanic. And I’d stayed pretty damn calm through it all. Threatening my hamster brought out a whole new set of rules. Threatening my hamster made me Godzilla. I had no intention of saying good-bye to my hamster.

“I come in like the fog on little cat feet.” I looked at Ranger. “Very nice.” “Carl Sandburg,” Ranger said. “More or less.”