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“I don’t believe you.”

“Look at my aura. It’s the truth,” Dutch said.

Using my inner eye, I examined his aura and found no hint of deception. “What do you really want?”

“You.”

“Why?”

Dutch chuckled. “Suspicious little thing, aren’t you?”

“Answer the question.”

“You’re loyal. Family means something to you. You fight for what you believe in and try to do the right thing, even when your actions aren’t quite legal. I like your spunk, the way you kiss and your ability to think outside the box. I think we would make one hell of a team,” Dutch said.

“You’re good, I’ll give you that. I think you’re only interested in my psychic abilities.”

“They’re an added bonus, but it’s you I want in my life and in my bed,” Dutch answered.

I wanted a relationship with Dutch too, but if he found out my father had been a mob enforcer, it would be bad. Very bad. I shook my head. “Not interested.”

“Liar.”

“Look. I’m hot, tired and in serious need of a shower. Can we continue this discussion later?”

Dutch glanced at his watch. “Yeah, my lieutenant got the search warrant for Lopez Meats about an hour ago and the tactical team is gearing up. Fire 1 will take us back to Phoenix.”

I groaned. “All I want is a cold shower and a big glass of iced tea.”

“How about a bottle of cold water and some wet wipes?”

“Wow. You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”

“Tomorrow I’ll take you to Hilberto’s. Monday is all-you-can-eat fajitas,” Dutch said.

“Be still my heart. An all-you-can-eat feast at a fast-food joint.”

Dutch waggled his eyebrows. “It’s a date then.”

“Date? Like a date, date?”

“Yes. I’ll even walk you home and give you a goodnight kiss that will rock your world.”

My girly parts were jumping up and down with anticipation. I hadn’t dated since Grandma Hester died. “I do love their tamales.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

The helicopter landed in an old burn area.

Dutch grabbed my hand. “C’mon Dr. Doolittle, we have some bad guys to catch.”

Tinkerbell yipped in agreement.

We ran toward the chopper.

Chapter Fifteen

To my amazement the Phoenix Police Department’s surveillance van was an old motorhome which had been retrofitted with high-tech monitoring equipment. The luggage rack on top concealed the radio antennas and a 360-degree periscope camera. The microphones were so sensitive they could pick up a whisper at a thousand feet. We simply drove up to the meatpacking company and parked.

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