Trenton, N.J., bounty hunter and former lingerie buyer Stephanie Plum becomes persona non grata when she tracks down a neighborhood saint who has failed to show up for his court appearance. While questioning admirers of the man nicknamed Uncle Mo, Stephanie is attacked and knocked out as she cases his candy store. She comes to next to the dead body of her attacker, who turns out to be a well-known drug dealer. Suddenly, she can't avoid stumbling across the bodies of dead drug dealers: one in a dumpster, one in a closet and four in the candy store basement. Stephanie suspects that mild-mannered Mo has become a vigilante and is cleaning up the streets in a one-man killing spree. But when she's repeatedly threatened by men wearing ski masks, she wonders if Mo has company and just might be in over his head.
It seems I started reading these books with a major misconception. When I was handed this book I was told that it was risque. And by risque they meant it was full of sex. I'm loving the series so far, but in a book that is chocked full of sex there is surprisingly little actual sex.
There are hookers, pimps, studly cops, attractive ex-lingerie buyers, man who are rumored to do unseemly things I don't even want to think about with ducks, and back room porn producers yet there is no actual sex. The only way Stephanie and Morelli got anywhere close to getting some from each other involved Stephanie being drunk. Kudos to Morelli for being a gentleman and taking her home after chasing off a vigilante peeping tom, but the foreplay is getting a little old.
On a non-sex related note, Rex managed to make it through yet another book unscathed. Unless you count almost being pumped full of drugs as a way of teaching Stephanie a lesson, but Rex, America's number one crime stopping hamster, came out on top, taking out countless baddies and saving Stephanie's life in the process.