We can probably all agree that I've got a knack for getting into situations that require a bit of intervention. Specifically, intervention from one DEA agent, Jason Collins, who has saved me more times than I would like to admit. After the last incident in the Caribbean that almost got Roger and me killed, Roger has begged me to mind my business and stay away from trouble. He's going to be furious when he finds out about the mess I'm in now.
In my defense, I didn't go looking for trouble this time. This time, trouble found me-in the form of a Prada-wearing soccer mom, who is responsible for the death of another similarly clad soccer mom.
Who would have thought that joining a playgroup with my "fifth child" might result in me being held at gunpoint next to boxes of half-off stuffing? Can Jason get me out of this or am I doomed to become a casualty in aisle thirteen?
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