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Product Description This isn't just another case. This is family.How far will Stephanie Plum go to protect the one person who means the most to her? The stakes have never been higher in this #1 New York Times bestseller from Janet Evanovich.Grandma Mazur has decided to get married again - this time to a local gangster named Jimmy Rosolli. If Stephanie has her doubts about this marriage, she doesn't have to worry for long, because the groom drops dead of a heart attack 45 minutes after saying, "I do." A sad day for Grandma Mazur turns into something far more dangerous when Jimmy's former "business partners" are convinced that his new widow is keeping the keys to a financial windfall all to herself. But the one thing these wise guys didn't count on was the widow's bounty hunter granddaughter, who'll do anything to save her. About the Author Over the course of the last 25 years, Janet Evanovich has written a staggering 23 #1 New York Times bestsellers in the Stephanie Plum series. In addition to the Plum novels, Janet has co-written the New York Times bestselling series, Fox and O'Hare novels (including The Big Kahuna with Peter Evanovich), the Knight and Moon novels, the Lizzy and Diesel series, the Alexandra Barnaby novels, and coauthor of a graphic novel, Troublemaker, with her daughter, Alex. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. CHAPTER ONE Some men enter a woman's life and screw it up forever. Jimmy Rosolli did this to my Grandma Mazur. Not forever, but for an afternoon last week when he married her in the casino at Atlantis and dropped dead forty-five minutes later.So far as I know, the trip to the Bahamas was a last-minute decision, and the marriage was even more unplanned. I guess they were just a couple of wild-and-crazy seniors having a moment.My name is Stephanie Plum. I'm five seven with shoulder-length brown hair that curls whether I want it to or not. I've inherited a good metabolism from my mother's Hungarian side of the family, so I can eat cheeseburgers and HŠagen-Dazs and still button my jeans. The hair and a bunch of rude hand gestures I get from my father's Italian ancestry.I work for my cousin Vinnie as a bail bonds enforcement agent. It's a crappy job, but it's not as bad as my present job of escorting Grandma to Jimmy's viewing at Stiva's funeral home."What do you think of my outfit?" Grandma asked. "I got a black dress for the funeral, but it's not my best color, so I thought I'd lighten things up for the viewing. It's going to be a doozy. All the bigwigs from the mob and the K of C will be there."Grandma was wearing a simple pale green dress that made her complexion look like she'd been embalmed right along with Jimmy. Grandma was in her mid-seventies and didn't look a day over ninety. She had the posture and energy of a twenty-year-old marine, but gravity had taken its toll. She carried slack skin over lean muscle and spindle bone and was in many respects the human version of a soup chicken. The day before her ill-fated trip with Jimmy Rosolli she'd decided to shake things up at the hair salon and had gone with a short punk cut and flame red hair. If you knew Grandma you wouldn't be surprised at this, and in fact, I thought it suited her."I saw the Queen of England wearing a dress just like this," Grandma said. "She had a hat on that matched the dress, but I couldn't find one of those."Grandma came to live with my parents when Grandpa Mazur ate his last pork chop, sucked in the last drag on his Marlboro, and went to heaven to keep his eye on Jesus. It's been a bunch of years now. So far, my father hasn't killed Grandma-only because we took his guns away and we never leave sharp knives lying out in the open.My parents live in Trenton, New Jersey, in a small two-story house in a pleasant lower middle-class neighborhood called the Burg. My mom has always been a homemaker. My dad is retired from the post office."It's too bad your mother is in bed with a bad ba