Free Full House by Janet Evanovich

a
charming
jerk."
    I was driving, and Diesel was riding shotgun, flipping through my folder on Claws. "So what do we do here, go to his house and drag him out?"
    "I stopped by his house yesterday and his wife said he'd disappeared. I think she knows where he is so I'm going back today to put some pressure on her."
    "Sixty-seven years old, and this guy broke into Kreider's Hardware at two in the morning and stole fifteen hundred dollars' worth of power tools and a gallon of Morning Glory yellow paint," Diesel read. "Got caught on a security camera. What an idiot. Everybody knows you've got to wear a ski mask when you pull a job like that. Doesn't he watch television? Doesn't he go to the movies?" Diesel pulled out a file photo. "Hold the phone. Is this the guy?"
    "Yes."
    Diesel's face brightened, and the smile returned. "And you stopped by his house yesterday?"
    "Yes."
    "Are you any good at what you do? Are you good at tracking down people?"
    "No. But I'm lucky."
    "Even better," he said.
    "You look like you've had a revelation."
    "Big time. The pieces are beginning to fit together."
    "And?"
    "Sorry," he said. "It was one of those personal revelations."

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