Body Movers
Stephanie Bond
Language: English
Pages: 326
ISBN: 0989042979
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
BODY MOVERS: And you thought you had a dead end job...
When life knocks you down....
Get up and get moving!
Fast forward ten years, and Carlotta and Wesley are still kicking--each other. After sacrificing her twenties to be a mother to Wesley, she feels like a failure when the lovable genius slacker, who's up to his neck in gambling debt to loan sharks, is arrested for hacking into the city courthouse records--a move that puts their fugitive parents' case back in the spotlight. An exasperated Carlotta gives Wesley an ultimatum to get a real job...but she doesn't expect him to become a body mover for the morgue...or to be drawn into body moving herself...or for the experience to reunite her with an old love....
"Bond has successfully switched to the crime genre, bringing along her trademark humor and panache." --Booklist
"This is a series the reader will want to jump on in the very beginning." --Writers Unlimited
"A fun and exciting romp from beginning to end. Body Movers is signature Stephanie Bond, with witty dialogue, brilliant characterization, and a wonderful well-plotted storyline." --Contemporary Romance Writers
"This series is simply splendid. Vivid, quirky, flawed wonderful people fill its pages and you care about what happens to them." --Huntress Reviews
BODY MOVERS
2 BODIES FOR THE PRICE OF 1
3 MEN AND A BODY
4 BODIES AND A FUNERAL
7 BRIDES FOR 7 BODIES
episode might have ended, she shuddered. Worse was not knowing if it had been an accident or one of Wesley’s thugs. Gone was the theory of someone trying to shut her up—unless it had been Peter. She worried her lip. When he had come to her house the night that Lisa Bolton had been killed, hadn’t he begged her to stop asking questions? Her thoughts flew to the dark loaner car in his garage. Had it, by chance, been dark green? She swallowed hard and climbed inside the Monte Carlo, securing her
handed him a folder. “Gentry Dunbar, third floor, room eighteen. The spectators are lined up in the hallway.” “Any family?” “A sister, Ilse Dunbar—she has a room here, too.” “Thanks.” Wesley followed Coop down a long hall of gleaming green linoleum tile and white walls, past a dining room full of old people, some in their pajamas, some dressed up for breakfast as if they were going to church. The scent of scorched coffee and prunes nauseated him further. They passed a few residents in the
people did things that they knew would hurt them eventually, and if she had a particular propensity for self-destruction. She took a long draw, then exhaled. “Well, like you said, you’re no shrink.” Hannah frowned and replied by leaning forward and turning up the volume on the radio, blasting Marilyn Manson into the cab for the short ride south into Little Five Points. Carlotta felt torn over shutting out her friend, but she was already so confused about Peter, she was afraid that talking about
with his errant hand. “Within a couple of days he’ll have to appear in court to be arraigned.” “Arraigned,” she said, nodding stupidly. “That’s where the charges against him will be read, and he’ll enter a plea. If his attorney and the district attorney reach an agreement on the charges and the sentence, he can plead out.” He hesitated, then added, “If not, his case will go to trial.” “Trial,” she said like a sick parrot. She closed her eyes, thinking how sordid it all sounded—and how
guy comes back, call the police, understand?” She nodded, wishing things were simpler, but knowing that things were likely never to be simple again. Life had been lived…things were complicated, and seemed to grow more so every day. “Thank you again, Peter, for…being here.” He reached up and caressed her cheek. “You’re welcome. Carly, if things go bad, just remember that I love you and that I tried to do the right thing. But I’m begging you, please stop asking questions.” Truly alarmed now, she