“Ha! Serves you right for trying to set me up with your stalker.”
“You think that’s who it is—Cruz Veras again?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, chewing thoughtfully on a ring of calamari. “It’s hard for me to imagine him making threatening moves on you in a Chrysler LeBaron. A Beamer, maybe, but a LeBaron? Never.”
She tossed a shrimp at me. “Tth’izi,” she called me, Hopi for “goat.”
“Mule,” I corrected, and went back to my squid.
Excerpt From: Maya Kaathryn Bohnhoff, The Antiquities Hunter