heart of gold. Like Robin Hood—stealing from the rich.’’ ‘‘Mm-hmm,’’ she nodded, then flashed another smile. ‘‘Just without that pesky ‘giving to the poor’ fixation.’’ Grant rolled his eyes. ‘‘This woman is the Devil,’’ Julie said. ‘‘Why are you helping her?’’ ‘‘I’m not!’’ Grant whispered into his earpiece. ‘‘She’s helping me! I mean, I think she is. It’s complicated.’’ ‘‘Remind your friend,’’ the blond woman said, ‘‘that if it wasn’t for me, you’d’ve never gotten anything out of ol’ MacDugall.’’