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are you getting so upset about? She looked like she could take care of herself.”
    â€œShe can … but … oh, never mind.” She thought about her emergency cell phone tucked away in the glove box in her car back home and sighed. Life would be so much easier if her mother had given her one to use all the time. Not that the phone would help now anyway. Gram had purposely left hers in her room. Where technology was concerned, her family lived in dark ages.
    â€œCan’t you just call her?” asked Scott.
    Exasperated, Jennie ran a hand through her hair. “No. Neither of us has one right now.”
    Scott nodded. “Okay, let’s go back to where you last saw her.” Scott took hold of her shoulders. “And calm down. She’s probably back on the wharf watching the sunset entertainment.”
    Jennie drew in a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m calm. I know she was with me when we left the restaurant. We were watching the last of the sunset. Do you remember seeing her when you got off the boat?”
    Scott shook his head. “No, I didn’t notice. But that’s a good place to start. C’mon.” He took hold of her hand and pulled her forward. They wove their way through the crowd, and after what seemed an eternity, they reached the wharf where she’d last seen Gram.
    â€œWhere is she?” Panic streaked through her again.
    Scott led her to a bench. “Let’s just sit here and wait for her.”
    â€œAre you crazy? I can’t do that. Someone may have kidnapped her …”
    â€œWhat?” Scott shook his head. “I must be missing something here. Why in the world would anyone want to kidnap your grandmother?”
    â€œBecause she’s a …”
Nice going, McGrady. Why not announce it to the entire world while you’re at it? Hey everyone … my grandmother is a secret agent. Works for the FBI in her spare
time.
    â€œLet me guess,” Scott leaned forward and placed an elbow on his knee. “She’s filthy rich, and you’re afraid someone has kidnapped her so they can collect a ransom.”
    â€œNo.”
Better make this good, McGrady.
“She’s a writer. And she used to be a police officer.”
    â€œOh, I get it.” Scott slipped into a Sly Stallone accent—almost looked the part with his cut and bruised face. “She’s made some enemies … she’s testified against a mafia don, and now the mob’s gonna fit her with a pair of cement boots.”
    â€œClose. Our flight out of Portland was canceled because of a bomb threat. Gram didn’t think it had anything to do with her, but …”
    Scott jumped to his feet. “Oh, man, I gotta get out of here.”
    Jennie glanced in the direction of the wharf. The man who’d fired Scott was stepping off his boat. “Scott, wait. He’s not going to hurt you. Not with all these people around.”
    â€œYeah, you’re probably right. But that guy’s a mean dude, and I’d just as soon not have my face messed up any more than it already is.”
    â€œWow! Look.” Jennie stared in disbelief as two uniformed policemen escorted the man into a nearby squad car. “You really don’t have to worry about him. I wonder what happened.”
    Scott shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you could ask your grandmother.”
    Helen McGrady emerged from the boat, talking animatedly to another officer. “I sure appreciate the call Mrs. McGrady. We’ve been trying to nail this guy here for a long time. Only next time, how about giving us a call first?”
    As they approached, Gram smiled. “Oh, Officer, here’s the young man I was telling you about.”
    Scott stiffened. “What’s this all about?”
    â€œI was hoping you could tell me.” The officer pulled a note pad from his back pocket.
    â€œHey, look, I didn’t