Rattling the Heat in Deadwood (Deadwood #8) - Ann Charles

Here's what I like about this series;

 

Yep. We’re going to give Tiffany Sugarbell a run for her money and drive the ball into her key.”
“We are?” The ringing grew louder after hearing the name of Doc’s neurotic ex-girlfriend. My upper lip started to sweat. “What key?”
“You know, the key in basketball. Where her hoop is.”
Jerry spoke English as a second language, with Sport-uguese being his native tongue. Some days his accent was so thick with basketball jargon that I had to watch the instant replay video to make sense of what he was saying.
 
Then a couple of lines later;
As soon as Tiffany caught wind of that billboard, she was going to come at me with her claws sharpened and fully extended. How could Jerry not see that the redheaded sexpot was born on Crazy Creek just this side of Nutterville’s city limits?
Jeez-on-crackers, like I needed to give the ultra-competitive, Jessica Rabbit wannabe another reason to hate me to death. She’d already spit sparks at me for stealing Doc—although for the record he’d left her well before I’d come into the picture. That billboard would make flames shoot from Tiffany’s eyes. Jerry might as well have painted a target on my ass and handed her a damned rocket launcher.
 
That's why I keep calling this series a no-brainer series.  Ann Charles gets on a roll in some chapters and keeps throwing zingers.  I know it's not a literary genius but its these stupid lines that keeps me coming back for more.
 
A couple of other things.  Some dummy (me) uploaded the wrong cover, I sent a correction in and uploaded the correct cover, and Charles Dickens didn't write this book.