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thing you need to do is to learn how to ground yourself and to become centered. Once you can get a good handle on being aware of yourself, reading others is not far away.” I smiled, thinking it was nice for once to have someone genuinely interested in what I did.
    “Alright,” I said, slamming the trunk. “Let’s go see what we can find out. Shady used car salesmen, here we come.”
     
    *****
     
    We pulled up to Big’s Used Cars and parked in a spot off to the side; instantly I felt the eyes of the vultures. Three different salesmen came at us from various angles, and we weren’t even out of the car! I jumped out just as the three spotted each other. I looked around for a means of escape, my natural instincts taking over. The lot was situated on the corner block, pimped out cars lined the edge of the sidewalk. There was a glass front building that appeared to be the showroom and offices of the salesmen. I could see a service road leading behind the fancy building that would take me to what I assumed was the shop area.
    Callie got out and slid around to my side of the car.
    “This one’s mine boys.” A big greasy grin spread across a stubble laden face that drew nearer-the epitome of used car salesman. He was wearing what I could swear was a pair of polyester pants and a white dress shirt. The lime green tie was obnoxiously covered with what appeared to be dead pink angel fish. His black hair was in a slick comb over that Donald Trump would be proud of. Instinctively I took a step back.
    “That’s Ronnie. He’s Big’s top seller,” Callie whispered behind me.
    “What is that on his tie?” I asked out the side of my mouth. I was fascinated and disgusted all at the same time. He was mesmerizing.
    She squinted up over my shoulder. “I have no idea, pink blotches?”
    Callie stepped out from behind me and instantly Ronnie’s smile vanished and he stopped mid-step.
    “Oh, Callie. It’s you.” I could see he was confused, and by the nature of his aura, he seemed to be very focused on money and on himself. Big surprise there. He was confused, too, most likely over who I was and why Callie was showing up at the dealership when her beau no longer worked there.
    “Hello Ronnie. This is.. um…” Callie floundered. Oh crap. We forgot to come up with my name!
    “Hi, my name is Sandra, Sandra Dee.” I saw Callie’s eyes bulge out in my peripheral vision and I could feel her stifle a nervous giggle. I stuck my hand out and shook Ronnie’s outstretched hand. I just about shook him out of his alligator boots. That would have been sad, seeing as how they were the crowning glory of his outfit. Up close I realized his tie was not covered with dead pink angelfish but instead hot pink crazy cats in various different poses. It was a little on the odd side, to say the least.
    “So, Ronnie. Nice to meet you, wish it was under better circumstances.” Damn, I didn’t even know Buster’s last name. Oh, well, so we weren’t the best prepared at our undercover gig.
    Ronnie’s face clouded with confusion and he looked back and forth from me to Callie.
    “Sandra is Buster’s half sister. She came out when he went missing,” Callie offered, and Ronnie’s face fell even further.
    “Oh, so you aren’t here for a new car?” He looked from me to my ancient Nissan.
    “Oh, no. I could never get rid of old Bess here,” I said patting the hood. “I came in today so that I could get a sense of Buster’s coworkers. It will help me have closure, you know, after losing him so young.” I lowered my head, raised my hands to the heavens, completed a circle in the air and brought them together in what would, hopefully, appear to be some sort of hippie prayer. Knowing me though, I probably just looked like a complete moron.
    “Oh.” I looked up and saw Ronnie, deer in the headlights. It wasn’t pretty, but I was darn sure I’d snowed him.
    “So, you’re Ronnie. A salesman, I presume?” I looked him up and down and tried