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While we chowed down on a couple of burros at Filibertos, Becca called back.
“Sorry to put you off, Jinx, but this client was seriously shitting bricks. She runs a chain of sporting goods stores, and getting hit on a Friday…”
“I get it. You find anything out on this Boris fellow or the Chevy Nova that’s been tailing us?”
“Nothing on Boris yet. No one named Boris Gorkov or Garnov that I can find. As for the Nova, it belonged to an eighty-year-old woman named Consuelo Silva.”
“Eighty?” That caught me off guard. “Was it reported stolen?”
“Not at this time. You want a photo? She’s cute. Reminds me of my abuela.”
“I’m sure she’s lovely, but I don’t think she’s the one who’s been tailing us. She have any grandkids with a record?”
“Entirely possible. I’ll run some face-recognition algo
