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Grizz Reluctantly, Jordy turns and trots to the truck. I keep my eyes on her as I tell Declan, Parker and Laurie, “I need info.” “Who’s that?” Parker asks after a cursory glance. He’s smart enough not to gawk at Jordy while I’m present. Declan isn’t so circumspect. “She looks like Anne of Green Gables.” “How would you know?” Parker asks. “I saw the movie.” The Irishman shrugs. “It was on cable.” “You’re a dork.” Parker shakes his head. “Feck ya. It’s a classic.” “Guys,” I interject before they start fighting. f*****g weirdo shifters. But they have ears everywhere. And I need them. “Focus. I’ve got a job for you, and I’ll pay.” Jordy returns with the giant white bags. “Thank you, baby,” I say and she glows. I hold up the bag of burgers. “Jackpot,” Declan whoops. Laurie reaches f