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Del's great-aunt, Kitty, has retired from a life of crime and embarked on a new venture, the B-Team. Although Del works at an animal shelter by day, by night she, her great-aunt and their cohorts, Dino and Ritz, use their criminal skills to right wrongs. In this fun book, the modern-day Robin Hoods set out to return a necklace to its rightful owner but along the way discover they've been duped by an imposter who also wants to get her hands on the necklace. The problem is, criminals can't go to the police, even if they are on the side of the good. Del comes up with a new plan, and the B-Team saves the day. Not without a few detours along the way.
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06 février 2018

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PRAISE FOR MELODIE CAMPBELL
[The] undisputed queen of comedy - The Toronto Sun
This caper from Campbell is just that: ridiculous relatives running around and covering up crime after crime. A good read.
- Kirkus Reviews for The Goddaughter Caper
Campbell creates a page-turner that is fast moving, exciting and filled with twists and turns Highly Recommended.
- CM Magazine for The Goddaughter Caper
Campbell s comic caper is just right for Janet Evanovich fans. Wacky family connections and snappy dialog make it impossible not to laugh.
- Library Journal for The Goddaughter
All that glitters is real gold. Short, sharp and full of what makes a Rapid Read feel like a great cup of coffee.
- The Hamilton Spectator for The Goddaughter s Revenge
A deliciously funny tale - VOYA Magazine for The Goddaughter s Revenge
Melodie Campbell is the Queen of the Rapid Read Worst Date Ever is one the best of this genre.
- Canadian Mystery Reviews for Worst Date Ever
This is great for anyone who enjoys zipping through a lighthearted read.
- Booklist for Worst Date Ever





Copyright 2018 Melodie Campbell
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Campbell, Melodie, 1955-, author The B-Team / Melodie Campbell. (Rapid reads)
Issued in print and electronic formats. ISBN 978-1-4598-1807-1 (softcover).- ISBN 978-1-4598-1808-8 (pdf).- ISBN 978-1-4598-1809-5 (epub)
I. Title. II. Series: Rapid reads PS 8605. A 54745 B 74 2018 C 813'.6 C 2017-904505-9 C 2017-904506-7
First published in the United States, 2018 Library of Congress Control Number: 2017949683
Summary : A team of vigilantes seek to right wrongs in this lighthearted work of fiction. ( RL 3.1)

Orca Book Publishers is dedicated to preserving the environment and has printed this book on Forest Stewardship Council certified paper.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.
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For Joan
CONTENTS
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

ONE
We had been summoned. There was no other way to put it.
Why does she want us? asked my twin brother, Dino, sitting next to me in the passenger seat of the Mustang.
No idea. It was baffling. She d never done this before. And somehow it made me uneasy.
You nervous? Dino wriggled in his seat. I am.
Ditto. Our great-aunt is a legend in the industrial city of Hamilton, aka The Hammer. You know the expression cat burglar ? Suffice it to say her nickname in the family is Kitty.
Of course, those infamous burglaries were all long before. Kitty retired a few years ago after breaking an ankle in a bad fall while leaving a second-story window. Now she divides her time between her little house in the forest and the Holy Cannoli Retirement Home, visiting my elderly relatives who reside there. Many of them are dotty. Not Kitty. Her brain cells are in for the long haul.
Could we have done something wrong? By wrong, I didn t mean breaking-the-law wrong. Natch. I snuck a glance at Dino.
There was an unfamiliar frown on his otherwise angel-perfect face. Surely we d be facing Mom instead.
I shivered.
Nearly there. I pulled into the parking lot behind La Paloma, the upscale bistro owned by our uncle Vito. It serves as the family meeting place. But we try not to make that public. So we walked in the front door this time, just like normal restaurant patrons. It was uncommonly quiet inside.
Dino took off his sunglasses the way that detective in CSI Miami does. I let my eyes adjust to the dark. The place was empty except for Kitty. She was seated by herself at a table near the back, drinking an espresso.
Of course there was a white tablecloth on the table. This was a class joint.
Kitty grinned and waved us over. Ciao , Del. Dino.
I leaned down for my usual two-cheek kisses. Her face was a road map of wrinkles, the skin soft and powdery. Her once-dark hair had advanced from gray to pure white. But the brown eyes were as sharp as ever.
We slid into chairs opposite her. She got right to the point. You two know what I mean when I say The A-Team ?
Dino squinted. That TV show from the eighties? The one about the Vietnam vets who became vigilantes?
That s the one. She leaned forward. Her dark eyes gleamed. They re a bunch of old guys now. Retired. So I m starting a new one.
New TV show? I asked, perplexed. Surely she knew the A-Team wasn t real.
Nope. Vigilante group. I talked to your mom. We need one, with all the senior scams these days. She leaned back in the chair and looked off into the distance with a spooky smile. I m thinking of calling it the B-Team. And Del, we want you to run it.
My brother groaned.

That was five months ago. A whole lot has happened since then.
There are four of us vigilantes now. Me, Dino, Kitty and Ritz. Hard to describe my old pal from high school. Her real name is Rita, but we call her Ritz, after the crackers. Big hint there. Remember Murdock from The A-Team ? Back in the politically incorrect days of the eighties, he would have been what we called certified crazy. Ritz is not far off that.
We operate from an empty house in Hamilton. Kitty has a small supply of them. She calls this her two-story pension plan. Clever idea to park her laundered earnings in real estate. Mom helped her with financial planning. When Kitty needs money to fund our operations, she simply sells another house.
I remember very clearly how this particular job got started. It was a Saturday afternoon, which explained why I could be there. I have a different job during the week. Kitty and Ritz covered the office Monday to Friday. Ritz had wandered in earlier, looking for company. When the phone rang she grabbed it and answered in her characteristic gruff manner.
B-Team. Make it snappy. We re busy.
I grimaced. Yes, you had to be tough, being female in this game. That s Ritz. Pure rawhide.
As she said on the phone, we re the B-Team. We deal in justice, not the law. Sometimes the law lets you down. We try to rectify that.
Ritz turned to me. It s Kitty. She wants to talk to you.
I grabbed the receiver from her hand before she shoved it in my face. Ritz is a tad abrupt.
Yup, I said into the phone.
Still on for tonight? Kitty s voice was businesslike. She knew I wasn t happy about this job.
Yeah. Sure. I wasn t the type to back out.
Del, are you sure about Ritz? This is a tricky one.
I looked over at the person in question. Ritz was cleaning her fingernails with the corner of a business card.
I m never sure about Ritz, I muttered into the phone.
Kitty rang off.
Ritz turned to me. Her dark, beady eyes were a stark contrast to her flaxen curls.
You don t need me until tonight. It was a statement.
I shook my head. Ritz is our weapons gal. There is nothing she doesn t know about hardware and tearing things apart. I like to tease her about the tools she carries. Ritz has screwdrivers where other women carry lipstick.
Then I ll be at the range. Ritz lifted her squat body from the beat-up office chair. She grabbed her backpack from the floor and sauntered to the door. See you tonight.
A few weeks ago, I asked Ritz why she risked her freedom doing vigilante jobs with us. I hate it when innocent people get crapped on by scumbags was her answer.
Can t argue with that. I got an uneasy feeling as I watched her leave.

TWO
At seven that night, we had a final conference call over the Internet.
Dino was on the line from New York. His handsome cherub face filled the screen. I cased the joint earlier this week. No alarm system in evidence or on record. Second-floor windows left open.
Kitty said, They re going to Vegas for the weekend.
How do you know that? Dino said.
We have the same cleaning people, said Kitty. They talk to me.
Everyone talks to Kitty. Such a sweet little old lady. She could charm the sharks in the sea, let alone the ones on land.
If they only knew her like we do
What s the backstory? asked Ritz. Her pug face dominated the screen.
It took me a moment to remember that Ritz hadn t been in on the first meeting for this job. Without the background, she didn t know the reason we were doing it.
We re working for wife number one, said Kitty. Angela. Recently divorced, not her idea. We re after a diamond necklace that belongs to her. The new wife has been swanning around town, wearing it like a big trophy. It isn t hers to wear. Angela wants it back.
I couldn t keep my mouth shut. This isn t exactly a hard-luck story.
Del, we ve discussed this. Her voice was impatient. The neckl

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