One for the Money Page #2

I worked at when I was 17.

Unfortunately for me,

he never called after.

Joe?

Unfortunately for him, I hold a grudge.

It's not like I really thought he was gonna

open the door,

follow me to the station,

and I'd collect a bag of money, but...

Can I ask you a question?

- What?

What if he's innocent?

It's not my problem, Mary Lou.

You're my oldest friend, Stephanie.

Let it go.

Crap! Mooch Morelli just pulled in here.

Oh, wow!

Did he lose, like, 70 pounds?

Yeah, lap band. He got tired

of being known as Joe's fat cousin.

Now he's known as Joe's ugly cousin.

It's so unfair.

No, I think he looks better.

You're not being very nice.

Will you hang up the phone

and go check the car for clues?

Great.

Sh*t, Sh*t, sh*t.

Play it cool, Steph, play it cool.

Luckily, Mooch's car

wasn't too hard to follow.

It was pretty flashy and yellow.

I think I found my guy.

Now, all I have to do is come up

with a plan to bring him in.

Hey!

- What do you want?

- Morelli! Morelli!

- God.

- Jesus. Stephanie Plum, what the hell?

Still charming.

Says the girl who ran me over with a car.

That was an accident. My foot slipped.

Accident, my ass.

You jumped the goddamn curb,

broke my leg in three different places.

I think of you every time it rains.

See? That right there!

Almost charming, but not quite.

I heard you moved back here

after your divorce.

- Yeah? Well, I heard you killed a guy.

- And?

And you're in violation

of your bond agreement.

I'm gonna need you to come with me.

- Vinnie sent you to bring me in?

- Yeah. You think that's funny?

Yeah, I do. And I gotta tell you,

I could use a good joke these days,

'cause I haven't had a lot to

laugh about lately.

You know what I mean?

Okay, we can do this the easy way

or the hard way.

- Hey! Hey!

- Hey!

You got no gun, you got no cuffs,

and you got no backup.

I mean, seriously, Plum,

thanks for the laugh.

- What about your mother?

- What about my mother?

She mortgaged her house.

She's gonna lose everything.

Don't you even care?

- Hey! Listen to me! God!

- You listen to me.

I'd cut my own throat before

I'd let you bring me into custody.

'Cause number one, I'm a cop.

You know what happens to cops in jail?

Not pretty. And number two,

you're the last person

I'd let collect the money,

'cause you're a goddamn

lunatic who ran me over

because I didn't call after I nailed you.

We're ancient history.

Like the pyramids, baby.

It was an accident.

You're going down, Morelli.

God.

I mean it. I'll just come after you.

Fine. I'll get my keys, get in my car.

I got to say, I like the way

you let your hair go curly like that.

It suits your personality, you know?

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