Janet Evanovich Plum Series Novels & Stories

Evan came running down the hall towards us. "I got your messages. What's going on here? Where's Jasmine?" he asked with a worried look on his face, and he was panting. "Are you Evan Hollen?" Detective St. Clair asked, turning towards him. "Yes." "Do you by any chance own a black car?" "Yes," Evan answered again. He looked between the two detectives. "Wait wait wait! What's going on here? Am I a suspect?" "Everyone is a suspect," Detective Charles answered and stepped closer to Evan. "Can you tell us why you and Jasmine Blackman were arguing before you dropped her off?"

"I was never after Liam's wealth, never will be." Plum looked away from her into the pool. The night air was cold, sailing on a gentle breeze. Elena was beginning to see her through a different eye. They were conversing as two women now, hierarchy aside. "I love Ethan," Plum finally said. "Who is Chris to you?" The maid turned swiftly to stare at Elena. She definitely hadn't seen that coming. "Chris? The bodyguard?" she asked. "I want an honest answer." Plum pursed her lips, rolling her tongue on the walls of her mouth.

Janet nodded. “What are you talking about?” The door pushed open and Evelyn walked in noisily and slammed the door, interrupting their conversation. She paused at the door and looked at both Zara and Janet with spite and then she rolled her eyes. “Hello, I am Janet,” Janet said, getting up and stretching out her hand. Evelyn looked at her hand as if it were a venomous serpent and recoiled from it, she eyed Janet from toe to head and then smirked.

She turns to me, "and you-" "Um the name’s Evan?" "I want you to follow my instructions very carefully. I want this toilet sparkling when I return." "Of course ma'am." Finally she follows Harry out. Although I've acted differently I'm actually here because I’m on a mission to steal a goddamn car blueprint. I've been at this mansion for exactly fourteen days and what have I achieved? Jack. Shit. I can honestly say it's not my fault though. Janet is like an evil spirit monitoring my every move, I haven't had a single moment to get away. and the guards, the damn guards!

“The rest was just them talking about women and drinking. I didn't think you'd want to hear that.” “I don't, thank you.” Now, not only do I have proof that everything is a plan, but I also have proof of Jacob killing Clay. Tomorrow was going to be messy, very messy. And I needed to get ready for it. “Thank you, Evan. Thank you very much, you just made my job easier.”

🗨️ Let's keep waiting then I ended the call and I sighed as I continued staying in my hideout It's already 11am, we really need to find Emily fast 🎙️ Emily's POV 🎙️ Evan came into the basement with three of his men He's holding a plate of food and he walked up to me "Though you'll be dying soon, am not that devious to let you die on an empty stomach so eat" he said as he dropped the plate on my laps "Just let me go Evan please" "Shut up and eat Emily or I'll take back that food, I was just being kind after all, I wanted you not to die on an empty stomach" he said

The two smiled at each other and gave the other a warm and tight hug. ******* Evan Mills was in his condominium unit when the doorbell rang." Coming," he shouted, took his last sip of coffee from the ceramic grey mug and went rushing to the door. He opened it, and a woman came in, leaving the door open behind her. "Vivian, I have sent you.." Vivian turned, "I have come to let you know that your daughter is dating my Jonathan. I need you to tell her to leave him." Evan was confused, he is well aware that Vivian had dated Jon in the past, but that was before they met and had a relationship. A retired police officer, Evan has his way of trying to figure things out, he always wants to know the t

Julian explains while pointing his index finger at my bloodied hand. I nod my head feeling disappointed by the lack of information. Back to square one. “I’ll call Evelyn to get that hand cleaned up, Ang you go get a fucking shirt on,” Julian says going back into his office. I walk into Julian’s room pulling a black t-shirt out of the closet and dragging my head through while I wait for Evelyn. Evelyn is Slim’s sister, she’s our medic. She doesn’t live in the house, she has a job at a hospital and does side work for us when we need it so it doesn’t raise any red flags.

"You've got some nerve! Evan was supposed to do the autopsy on the third case, but you snatched it from him. "Otherwise, we would've realized this was a serial case sooner! You owe Evan a real apology. Right now, the top priority is having him work with the task force and cracking this case!" Julian had to give me a grudging apology. "Fine. I'm sorry, okay? Evan, you'd better catch the killer, or I won't go easy on you!" He then strode out of the medical examiner's office in a huff. Watching Claire furious and rattled, itching to run after him but forcing herself to stay for my sake, put me in a great mood.

There was a long moment between them — Rhett with the controlled fury of a man who had lost the thread of the conversation he had rehearsed, Evan standing against the counter with his arms loose at his sides and that steady, unreadable expression that I had come to understand meant he was listening to everything and giving back nothing. "This is what she does," Rhett said to him. The voice of someone trying to find an ally, or at least a witness. "You see this? She turns everything into a case. Every conversation. Every room. She makes everything evidence." Evan looked at him. "She's right though," he said. Three words. Flat, certain, not loud. Evan did not do loud. The kitchen was the quiet