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The Big Kahuna (Fox and O'Hare) Audio CD – Unabridged, May 7, 2019
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Peter Evanovich is Janet's son. He has been an important part of the Evanovich writing team since the beginning of the Plum series.
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Kate O'Hare's favorite outfit was her blue windbreaker with the letters FBI written in yellow on the back, worn over a black T-shirt and matching black Kevlar vest. She had reluctantly relegated the outfit to the back of her tiny closet, which now overflowed with an assortment of designer clothes and resort-casual beachwear. The designer clothes and beachwear were all acquired during her recent stint of undercover work. Tools of the trade, she told herself. Unfortunately, it was Nicolas Fox's trade. He was a brilliant con man and a world-class thief. She'd arrested him two years ago, and he'd charmed his way out of a lifetime in prison by offering up his unique talents to help the FBI take down the worst and most elusive criminals.
Now she had the impossible job of acting as his handler. When conventional police work couldn't get the job done, the FBI set Fox loose to run questionably legal cons and undercover operations on out-of-reach bad guys.
Some days Kate wondered whether she was managing Nicolas Fox or he was managing her. Today was one of those days. It was noon, and she was standing in the middle of the Beverly Hills Saks Fifth Avenue dressed in black slacks, a black-and-white striped shirt, red suspenders, white gloves, and a black beret. Her face was painted completely white, except for her bright red lipstick. She was surrounded by a sea of similarly dressed men and women, possibly hundreds of them. It was a flash mob of mimes, and they were all doing classic mime stunts, trying to get out of invisible boxes and climb invisible ladders, struggling not to get blown away by nonexistent wind.
"This is ridiculous," Kate said to the mime standing next to her. "In fact, this has got to be the most ridiculous, humiliating plan you've ever devised. And that's saying a lot."
The mime next to her was Nick Fox. "You have a short memory," he said. "Dressing as mimes can't compare to some of the humiliating situations we've experienced together. And besides, this is all your boss's fault. He gave us this case. I merely came up with the brilliant plan to solve it." He silently threw an imaginary lasso at Kate and pretended to pull her in to him.
"Get a grip," Kate said. "Not gonna happen."
A growing crowd of shoppers and sales clerks had gathered around the flash mob. Kate scanned the room. The entire store, including two security guards, was entranced by the spectacle.
"Think about it," Nick said. "In the last five years, three high-end jewelry stores have been robbed in New York, Chicago, and Las Vegas while onlookers were distracted by flash mobs. It's actually pretty brilliant. Anonymously organize a flash mob over the Internet, and you've got a crew of a hundred people unwittingly helping you commit the crime, all without having to split the money a hundred ways. It's perfect. And it's designed to be a surprise piece of performance art, so participants are encouraged to keep the time and place private."
Kate narrowed her eyes and stared at Nick. "I get that. What I don't get is how you happened to be on the guest list of the best-kept secret in Los Angeles. And why you think this mob is going to cover for another robbery. I'd better not find out you're somehow involved in this."
"I'm hurt. It's as if you don't trust me. We're supposed to be partners on this assignment."
"You're a world-class con man. Of course I don't trust you."
"Yeah, but you like me, right?"
Kate blew out a sigh. "Yes. Mostly."
Nick flashed a crooked grin at Kate. Even with the white-face makeup, Kate had to reluctantly admit, he had a great smile, and Nick Fox was outrageously sexy in his tight-fitting black mime pants and black-and-white striped shirt.
"It's noon," Nick said, "and the flash mob is supposed to dissipate in three minutes. If it's going to happen, it's going to be soon."
Kate looked over at the Graff jewelry counter. A pair of Manolo Blahnik-clad feet poked out from behind the counter, toes up.
"Crap," Kate said. "Man down at Graff."
Nick and Kate pushed their way through the traffic jam of mimes and stared at the woman stretched out behind the counter. She was lying on the floor, breathing but not moving. She had on a red bandage dress, a name tag identifying her as Beth the Fine Jewelry Manager, and a tranquilizer dart stuck into her thigh. The counter was open with the key still in the lock.
Kate pulled the dart out of Beth's leg and felt for her pulse. "She seems okay," Kate said, "but she should get checked out. Why isn't there better security here?"
"The security guards are watching the flash mob."
"Call for medical assistance and then call security."
Nick placed the calls and gestured across the room at a young female mime wearing a black minidress and striped knee socks. "Well, that's something you don't see every day."
Kate rolled her eyes. "The minidress? Seriously."
"No." Nick pointed to the 110 carats of pink, yellow, green, and blue diamonds on the woman's wrist. "A mime wearing a fifty-five-million-dollar Graff watch."
"How do you know it's a fifty-five-million-dollar watch?" Kate asked.
"It's the Graff Diamonds Hallucination watch. It was unveiled at Baselworld in 2014 and is the most expensive watch ever created. It was on loan to the Beverly Hills Graff this month. Let's get a closer look."
Kate placed the dart next to the unconscious woman and tagged after Nick. "Weren't you on vacation in Switzerland during Baselworld in 2014?"
"You know, I think I might have been. Strange coincidence, no?"
"No," Kate said.
"You aren't going to ask me if I was contemplating snatching the watch, are you?"
"No again," Kate said. "I already know the answer."
The woman in the black minidress turned, stared directly into Kate's and Nick's faces, and took off running toward the exit. Kate pushed aside several mimes and plowed through a crowd of onlookers. Nick was right behind her as they burst out of the store, onto Wilshire Boulevard. They pulled up short when the female mime jumped into a white Econoline van parked on the street, and the van took off down Wilshire.
"This is a role reversal for me," Nick said, hands on hips, catching his breath. "Usually the beautiful woman is chasing me."
Kate thought he might be referring to her as the beautiful woman, but she wasn't willing to put money on it. She yanked the valet out of a red Ferrari idling in front of the store. "FBI. I'm commandeering this vehicle."
Nick jumped into the passenger seat, gave the valet ten dollars, and mimed a thank-you. "Mimes aren't supposed to talk," he said to Kate. "It's all about storytelling using your body language."
Kate held her white gloved middle finger up to Nick and pressed her foot down on the accelerator. She chirped her tires, and went from zero to seventy miles per hour in three seconds.
The van took a hard left onto North Camden Drive, bounced off a parked car, and swerved wildly before regaining control. Kate rounded the corner and caught up to the van just as it turned right onto Santa Monica Boulevard.
"Well, you caught up to them," Nick said. "What's next?"
The back doors to the van burst open, and two mimes armed with semiautomatic AR-15 rifles took aim at the Ferrari. Kate veered to the right, and a stream of bullets struck the left side of the car. The mimes took aim again and Kate swerved left, leaving a bunch of fresh bullet holes in the right side of the car.
Nick looked at the holes. "I'm pretty sure these weren't here when you borrowed this car. I hope your insurance covers commandeering."
The van swung a right onto Rodeo Drive and accelerated past the Ralph Lauren and Vera Wang storefronts, cutting around cars, blowing through traffic lights, and barely missing people attempting to cross the street. Kate was less than a car length behind it. She had one hand on the wheel, and the other on the horn.
She turned to Nick. "Are you wearing your seatbelt?"
Nick tightened his seatbelt. "I'm not sure I like where this is going."
Kate pressed the accelerator to the floor, and the Ferrari lurched forward, and rammed the back of the Econoline. The impact set off the Ferrari's airbags and sent the two gunmen tumbling around the back of the van.
Nick beat down the airbags and looked out over the bullet-hole-riddled hood of the Ferrari at the crushed front end. It was locked onto the rear of the van, which careened wildly down Rodeo Drive, towing the Ferrari behind it.
Pedestrians were screaming and scrambling to get out of the way.
"It's like they've never seen two mimes driving a Ferrari in a high-speed chase with international jewel thieves," Nick said.
"Let's try to slow this freight train down," Kate said, slamming her foot on the brake.
Nick looked out at the wheels of the car. The brake pads were smoking, and burnt rubber from the tires lined the street behind them. The Econoline was slowly losing speed, but its momentum still carried it forward.
"In zero point two miles, you will have reached your destination," the Ferrari's computer announced.
Nick looked down at the map on the touch screen. "It looks like this car was programmed to find the Beverly Wilshire hotel before you commandeered it. By the by, you know that Rodeo Drive dead-ends at Wilshire Boulevard, right?"
Kate still had her hand on the horn. "Holy shit pickles. Hang on." The van and the Ferrari, still locked together, sped through the intersection of Rodeo and Wilshire, pinballing off cars. They jumped the curb and plowed through the Beverly Wilshire's outdoor dining area, demolishing a dessert cart but miraculously avoiding hitting any guests.
The two vehicles crashed through a plate glass window into the hotel lobby, and finally came to a halt just in front of the concierge desk.
"You have reached your destination," the Ferrari announced and burst into flames.
Kate and Nick jumped from the car, rushed to the van, and pulled the three dazed mimes to safety before handcuffing them. Hotel staff rushed in with fire extinguishers and worked at getting the blaze under control. Police cruisers and fire trucks screamed in the distance.
"When you think you're going to die, it really puts things in perspective," Nick said, wiping away a stray bit of cheesecake from Kate's cheek . . . the last remnants of the now-deceased dessert cart. "Money doesn't mean too much if you don't have love in your life."
Kate drew in close to Nick, reached into his jacket, and pulled out the Hallucination watch. "That explains why you pocketed this fifty-five-million-dollar watch."
Nick grinned at Kate and ate the cheesecake from his finger. "What can I say? It's my nature. I see things of great beauty, and I must have them."
Nick and Kate paced outside the corner office of Carl Jessup, special agent in charge at the FBI's Los Angeles field office. They'd been kept waiting for twenty minutes. The wait wasn't a good sign. When they finally were allowed entrance, they sat across the desk from Jessup for a good thirty seconds, staring into the fifty-something Kentuckian's craggy face, before he broke the silence.
"So, what do you two knuckleheads have to say for yourselves?" Jessup said, more a condemnation than a question.
Kate leaned forward. "Long story short. We captured the mega-successful criminals you wanted taken down, and we saved the world's most expensive watch from being stolen."
Jessup held up his hands and looked over at Nick. "And your take on the morning's events?"
"I'd prefer to skip right to the good stuff," Nick said.
"The 'good stuff'?"
Nick nodded. "You know. The part where you tell us how the mayor took a giant bite out of your ass and how you told him we're a couple of loose cannons and how if we screw up just one more time it will be our badges. But, secretly, you think we're the best damn cops on the force and wish you had a hundred others just like us."
"You're not a cop, and you don't have a badge," Jessup said. "You're an asset we recruited to help us in situations that require finesse and discretion. You're lucky you're not in jail."
"Yessir," Nick said. He looked over at Kate and silently mouthed, "Best damn cops on the force."
Jessup shook his head in disgust and turned to Kate. "You demolished a million-dollar Ferrari, shot up Rodeo Drive, and set a five-star hotel on fire."
"Chasing down dangerous felons," Kate said.
Jessup wasn't buying it. "In the past year alone of undercover work, you've destroyed three sports cars, a helicopter, and a ten-million-dollar yacht."
"Don't forget about the city bus," Nick said while Kate kicked at him under cover of Jessup's desk. "The one she totaled trying to arrest me."
"And a bus," Jessup said. "The point is you two are like a herd of bulls in a china shop. That's why I've added a new team member. He follows the rules. He fills out his paperwork on time. He doesn't destroy buses or Ferraris or hotels."
Kate worked at keeping her composure. "With all due respect, sir, I don't think we need a third team member."
"With all due respect, O'Hare, you deserve this team member."
"He's going to drive me crazy, isn't he?" Kate said.
Jessup smiled for the first time. "Yeah. And that's not the best part. I have a real humdinger of an assignment for you and Nick and your new partner. You're going to love it."
Nick turned to Kate. "I think he's being sarcastic."
"Maybe a little," Jessup said. "Mostly I'm being cautious while I'm reevaluating your worth to us. I'm giving you a job that should require a minimum amount of your special talents. And, hopefully, it will not lead to explosions, grand theft auto, scaring the daylights out of half the population of Beverly Hills, and screwing up my year's budget." Jessup handed Kate a thin manila folder. "It's a missing persons case. Richard Wylde. He's the owner of a Silicon Valley software artificial intelligence start-up, and he disappeared last week. Worth over a billion dollars, so you can imagine a lot of people, including his wife, are looking for him."
Jessup shook his head. "No sign of foul play. He had his pilot's license and was last seen taking off in his private plane from John Wayne Airport."
"Crashed?" Kate asked.
"No evidence to support that either."
Kate silently groaned. The only thing worse than a Silicon Valley billionaire was the wife of a Silicon Valley billionaire. "In other words, he's probably holed up with some bikini model in a Mexican luxury resort. And you want us to hold his wife's hand for the next two weeks until he runs out of bodily fluids and decides to come home."
- Item Weight : 5.7 ounces
- ISBN-10 : 0525634290
- ISBN-13 : 978-0525634294
- Dimensions : 5.07 x 1.06 x 5.85 inches
- Publisher : Penguin Audio; Unabridged edition (May 7, 2019)
- Language: : English
- Best Sellers Rank: #430,997 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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• Fire the son.
• They took out the romance between Kate and Nick.
• Jake is the strong silent dumb type?
• An agent on Cosmo Uno’s level would never be allowed in the field with an agent of Kate’s caliber. EVER.
• Fire the son again. The writing is a 180 degree turn around compared to previous books. There is no flow. The conversations are immature.
• Nick comes off as smarmy not suave. More Neal Caffrey less Justin Hammer.
• Kate is NOT a shrew. She wouldn’t knock Cap’n Crunch out of Nick’s hands.
• Nick would never let Cosmo into Kate’s apartment.
• This is a rip-off of Jack Reacher.
• Why give a new author an established series. His writing “voice” is completely wrong for these characters.
• I’m only on Chapter 5. I had to stop reading it. I want my money back.
They’re called Kate O’Hare and Nick Fox, but aside from surface characteristics (he’s handsome! She’s an FBI agent!) they have NOTHING in common with the characters I’ve grown attached to over the past five books.
“The Big Kahuna” suffers from a lack of everything that makes the previous installments good: lack of a con, lack of a crew, lack of sassy banter, lack of amusing situations, and lack of character development. I don’t know if Evanovich is tired of writing this series, but it sure reads that way. She’s so un-invested in her own characters that she resorts to tired and repetitive descriptions of their reactions to events - for example, I lost count of how many times Nick “gave a crooked smile” or Kate “rolled her eyes.” We get it; he’s adorable and she’s grumpy. Yawn.
I’ve been waiting for this book for YEARS - “Nick and Kate go undercover as a married couple”!! Their relationship has always been one of the most compelling parts of the story for me: watching how they interact, how they slowly let one another into their lives and hearts. (In book 4, Nick introduced Kate to Lucie in case things ever go badly! In book 5, Kate admits she has “serious feelings for” Nick!)
What happened to the man who kissed Kate and told her she was “everything” to him?!
Because he is totally absent from TBK. Same with the woman who was trying to come to terms with her commitment to her job vs her involvement with a felon. The lead characters in this book occasionally have sex, but only after long chapters with scattered references to Nick basically pestering Kate to do it and her almost continually turning him down. There’s hardly a hint that she’s even attracted to him, and definitely no hints at all as to anything deeper.
Look, we all know that the romance between them was always the “B” plot - heck, maybe even the “C” plot - but it was there, it existed, and it was progressing. Somewhere in the space of time from the end of “The Pursuit” to the start of “The Big Kahuna” both Nick and Kate had their minds wiped, at least as to their emotional connection to one another. And all these complaints are front-loaded before I confront the abysmal story.
The plot, which is usually a rollicking ride of daring risks and laugh out loud humor, reads more like passages from a Hawaiian guide book/road map. About halfway through I realized that I was bored - the only reason I bothered to finish reading was the hope that there would be something recognizable about Nick and/or Kate by the time the book ended. Alas, dear readers, there was not.
Tl;dr summary: Fox and O’Hare fans, don’t bother with this one. There’s no scam, no romance, and no crew. Any story you make up in your head about Nick and Kate will be far superior to this disappointing waste of time.
Kate now, despite being a former SEAL, has to be rescued in a flood by Nick. Huh? Nick now feels swarmy and more of a common thief than the best thief/conman in the world. And for some unknown reason Kate and Nick can now fly together commercial and have to worry about official expenses.
Someone who had read the prior books really really should have edited this. I am getting a refund and will not buy another, not that I think there will be any more after this one.
If you want some great beach reading- go back to the previous books in the series - they were great fun, but you can pass on this installment.
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It is a fun story that takes place on the sides of mountains in Hawaii and New Zealand. Very much cut from the same sort of gib as the 60's novels by MacLean, Bagley or Lyall, but its from the point of view of an action woman, and the tongue is parked firmy in the cheek.
Unfortunately, this book is a huge disappointment to anyone who has previously enjoyed the series. I reread the first 5 books as well as the mini reads and am flabbergasted at how little consistency there is between the books. It’s like the authors didn’t bother to go back and read the source material relying on fading memory. It made for confusing reading.
Firstly, one of the main characters was supposed to be on the run from the FBI, and it was supposed to be a secret that he was working with them, at least this is where the last book left off, but then in this book he’s sitting in an FBI office talking about forms and walking around with the agent who was supposed to be catching him. It made no sense.
That wasn’t all the inexplicably changed. It took 5 books but the last book left off with the main characters exploring a relationship, and this book had them back where they were 3-4 books ago. Again it’s confusing and all it took was the authors to read the last chapter of the previous book to remember where their characters left off. Sloppy.
The supporting characters that make up such a huge part of this series are missing, but then so too is the witty banter and the clever plot. It seems the authors forgot that this is a more a heist book than a detective book. It’s the heist that we love, that sets it apart from the authors other work. The relationships, the banter and the cleverness. This lost a lot of that and just went over the top silly.
One can only hope that they ignore this book and go back to basics and look at why we all loved the first 5 books so much. Lee Goldberg was definitely missing this time around.