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My name is Stephanie Plum. When I was eighteen I got a job working a hot dog
stand on the boardwalk on the Jersey shore. I worked the last shift at Dave's Dogs, and I was supposed to start shutting down a half hour before closing so I could clean up for the day crew. We did chili dogs, cheese dogs, kraut dogs, and bean-topped barking dogs. We grilled them on a big grill with rotating rods. Round and round the rods went all day long, turning the dogs.
Dave Loogie owned the dog stand and came by every night to lock the stand
down. He checked the garbage to make sure nothing good was thrown away, and he counted the dogs that were left on the grill.
“You gotta plan ahead,” Dave told me every night. "You got more than five
dogs left on the grill when we close, I'm gonna fire your ass and hire someone with bigger tits."
So every night, fifteen minutes before closing, before Dave showed up, I ate hot dogs. Not a good way to go when you're working at the shore nights and on the beach in a skimpy bathing suit by day. One night I ate fourteen hot dogs. Okay, maybe it was only nine, but it felt like fourteen. Anyway, it was too many hot dogs. Well hell, I needed the job.
For years Dave's Dogs took the number-one slot on my list of all-time crappy jobs held. This morning, I decided my present position had finally won the honor of replacing Dave's Dogs. I'm a bounty hunter. A bond enforcement agent, if you want to make me sound more legitimate. I work for my cousin Vinnie in his bail bonds office in the Chambersburg section of Trenton . At least I used to work for my cousin Vinnie. Thirty seconds ago, I quit. I handed in the phony badge I bought off the Net. I gave back my cuffs. And I dropped my remaining open files on Connies desk.
Vinnie writes the bonds. Connie shuffles the paperwork. My sidekick, Lula, files when the mood strikes her. And an incredibly sexy, incredibly handsome badass named Ranger and I hunt down the morons who don't show up for trial.
Until today. As of thirty seconds ago, all the morons got transferred to Ranger's list.
“Give me a break,” Connie said. “You can't quit. I've got a stack of open files.”
“Give them to Ranger.”
“Ranger doesn't do the low bonds. He only takes the high-risk cases.”
“Give them to Lula.”
Lula was standing hand on hip, watching me spar with Connie. Lula's a size-sixteen black woman squashed into size-ten leopard print spandex. And the weird thing is, in her own way, Lula looks pretty good in the animal spandex.
“Hell yeah,” Lula said. "I could catch them sonsabitches.
I could hunt down their asses good. Only I'm gonna miss you,“ she said to me. ”What are you gonna do if you don't work here? And what brought this on?"
“Look at me!” I said. “What do you see?”
“I see a mess,” Lula said. “You should take better care of yourself.”
“I went after Sam Sporky this morning.”
“Melon-head Sporky?”
"Yeah. Melon-head. I chased him through three yards. A dog tore a hole in my
jeans. Some crazy old lady shot at me. And I finally tackled Sporky behind the Tip Top Cafe."
“Looks like it was garbage day,” Lula said. “You don't smell too good. And you got something looks like mustard all over your ass. Least I hope that's mustard.”
“There were a bunch of garbage bags at the curb and Melon-head rolled me into them. We made sort of a mess. And then when I finally got him in cuffs, he spit on me!”
