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“Hallo, Spaceboy,” that unmistakeable voice drawled, and Mal turned to find himself face to face with none other than his ex-wife, YoSaffBridge Reynolds herself.
He fought the urge to spit. “How is it I can never escape you, Saffron? Or is it Ashley this time? Candace? Sue?”
She smiled. “Do I look like a Sue? Anyway, you're the one following me. What brings you to Beaumonde?”
“Trouble. Always trouble.” He looked her up and down. “I'm supposed to be sniffing out a thief. I'd bet I just found her.”
Saffron smiled, eyes going wide. “I'm innocent, of course. Always innocent.”