Hot Six--review — 7 years ago
Summary from the jacket cover:
“Bounty hunter Stephanie Plum and Trenton vice cop Joe Morelli join forces to find the madman killer who shot and barbecued the youngest son of international black-market arms dealer Alexander Ramos.
Carlos Manoso, street name Ranger, is caught on video just minutes before the crime occurs. He’s at the scene, he’s with the victim, and he’s the number one suspect. Manoso is former Special Forces turned soldier of fortune. He has a blue-chip stock portfolio and no known address. He moves in mysterious circles. He’s Stephanie’s mentor— the man who taught her everything she knows about fugitive apprehension. And he’s more than her friend.
Now he’s the hunted and Stephanie’s the hunter, and it’s time for Stephanie to test her skills against the master. But if she does catch him. . . what then? Can she bring herself to turn him in?
Plus there are other things keeping Stephanie awake at night. Her maternal grandmother has set up housekeeping in Stephanie’s apartment, a homicidal maniac has selected Stephanie as his next victim, her love life is in the toilet, she’s adopted a dog with an eating disorder, and she can’t button the top snap on her Levis."
Well, at least this one gave the identity of the man Stephanie invited over for sex at the end of High Five. Good thing I had this one ready. I would’ve gone much more ballistic if I’d started reading this series as it came out and had to wait a year between books.
In this installment, Stephanie gets her most challenging apprehension target yet: the man who’s taught her most everything she knows about hunting for bounty. She, of course, has side jobs that range from the frustrating to the dangerous. Joyce the bounty-stealer is still a problem, but the goons bent on making Stephanie’s life miserable probably present her biggest challenge. The scariest character was Habib. I hope that Evanovich’s buffoonery treatment of him doesn’t lull her readers into a false sense of safety (“oh, they can’t really be that misogynistic”—yes, they can, and yes, I’ve seen it firsthand in my family).
We’ll just see if Morelli’s seriousness carries over to the next book…
Previously published on BookCrossing.com, 2003