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would be delighted,” Deborah replied.
    “He’s in that silver Hummer heading towards you.”
    “Don’t worry I’ll take care of your stalker ex-boyfriend.”
    “You’re the best.” Okay, I might have stretched the truth a tiny bit but Sloan had gotten Uncle Aldo arrested.
    Deborah’s brand spanking new white Cadillac suddenly shot out from a parking space. She missed the front bumper of the Hummer by a scant inch and crawled slowly down the aisle.
    The Tomb Raider honked impatiently at her.
    Deborah drove even slower.
    Sloan laid on the horn and yelled, “Get the hell out of the way, you old bat.”
    The Cadillac came to a complete stop. Deborah stepped out of her car and walked up to the Hummer.
    Sloan leaned out the driver’s window. “What the fuck is your problem, Granny?”
    Now he had gone and done it. Granny was in disguise and had a bit of temper.
    Deborah yanked a can of mace out of her purse and let Sloan have it right in the kisser.
    The Tomb Raider yowled and rubbed frantically at his face.
    She smiled up at him. “You’ve got a nasty mouth on you, son.” She put the mace back in her purse and calmly walked back to her car.
    “That’s tellin’ him,” I giggled. Deborah might look sweet and helpless but she’d been a top homicide detective until she retired and became a bounty hunter. She always got her man.
    I pulled out of my parking space, gave Deborah a thumbs up, and headed for the exit.
    A loudly cursing Sloan poured a bottle of water over his face. I honked as I drove away and yelled, “Way to go, numb nuts.”
    The Tomb Raider yelled back, “Run little girl.
    Run as far and fast as you can. The gold is mine.”
    “Finders, keepers,” I shouted. Okay, riling him up even more probably wasn’t a good idea.
    I pulled up at a stop sign and eyed the landscaping truck next to me. Perfect. They were heading to Nogales. Sometimes being psychic rocked. I rolled the window down and tossed my cell phone in their trailer.
    With his burning, watering eyes, it would be difficult for Sloan to even drive and I bet it would take him about an hour to realize he was following the wrong car. By the time he made it back to Phoenix, the medallion would be mine.
    Granny’s disembodied voice hissed, “How can you treat your man that way?”
    “Sloan’s not my man and it was easy.”
    “The fates have chosen him for you. They will not be denied.”
    “Omigod! You are so full of it. Sloan dates women who would make that model Twiggy look fat. I’m not his type.”
    “Men like large-breasted women.”
    “Okay, I’ll agree with that, but my little voice says Sloan prefers bimbos without an original thought in their heads.”
    With a blast of arctic air, Granny Annabel appeared in the back seat. “He is built like a stallion and he knows how to fuck.”
    My granny was using the F word!?
    “You need an experienced man, one who knows how to pleasure a woman.”
    The image of his cock popped into my mind.
    Damn, that sucker was big! No. No. No. She wouldn’t get to me that easily. “He’s got a big dick, so what? I want a man who will respect me, treat me as an equal and be my best friend.”
    “Friends? Bah! You need passion and fire.”
    “Like you had with Grandpa Frederic? He broke your heart and took every penny you had. So, I think I’ll pass.”
    Granny grabbed her chest dramatically and cried, “You hateful child, I raised you better than that.”
    “Uncle Aldo raised me,” I retorted.
    The temperature in the car suddenly became sub-arctic and ice formed on the windshield.
    “La famiglia is more important than gold,”
    Granny Annabel snapped.
    A snow flurries erupted in my car.
    Crap! I could barely see out the windshield.
    “I’m sorry, okay? Can we lose the blizzard?”
    “I want your promise that you will allow Derek to court you.”
    Like that was going to happen. In a desperate kamikaze move, I cut across two lanes of traffic.
    Ignoring the squealing tires, blaring horns and