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the next fifteen minutes I filled Jimmie in on Colorado, Delaware, Cyndie, Andi and Robert Grayson. He was ready to help. I had two tasks for him. First, I asked him to run a trace on Andi's car. I passed on the make, model and year. Finally, I explained the stake-out of Robert and his girlfriend.
    â€œJimmie, can you hook up with Cyn sometime tomorrow morning?”
    â€œSure, where?”
    Cyn was eavesdropping on this call and I turned to her and asked, “Where can you meet Jimmie?”
    Cyn answered, “Ten o’clock, second floor at the coffee shop in the bookstore next to the agency.”
    I passed the location on to Jimmie. “Cyn will answer your questions and give you the directions to Grayson’s home in Delaware.”
    â€œCool, okay, anything else, Stevie?”
    â€œNo, that’s all for tonight, Jimmie. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow evening, from Colorado, but not too late, okay?”
    â€œSure, SG, enjoy Denver, but be careful.”
    I hung up and Cyn helped pack my bag. Afterwards, at 10 p.m., we went to bed. I read some of my latest mystery novel, Past Tense , by William G. Tapply. I turned out the light and fell into a deep sleep that ended when my alarm went off at 6 a.m.. My flight was at 10:30 but, we needed to get up early because Cyn had the rush hour drive to cope with.
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    Just before Cyn left my home she came up to me in the kitchen.
    â€œStevie, please be safe. I’m trying not to be nervous.”
    â€œI will be careful, don’t worry.”
    â€œI’ll be thinking of you all the time, please call me whenever you can.”
    â€œCyn, I will.”
    As Cyn opened the door to go out, I pulled her back for one, long kiss goodbye.
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    a model crime
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    On Monday morning, the plane from Philadelphia to Denver was filled, mostly with young athletes. Listening to the conversations swirling around me, I quickly learned that they were X-gamers and the X games were starting that day in Denver.
    I had seen the in-flight movie, so I decided to read some of Andi's journals. I pulled out the pink one, the first stories written. I skimmed through the pages, reading some, here and there, until I saw my name. Then, I slowed down and read; I read slowly. A flood of memories came back…

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    The first time Cyndie and I met him we were still modeling. At age 25, and after seven years, my career had peaked and was about to begin its equally long downslide. At age 25, Cyndie's career was on the rise, but would soon level off, and end within five years. But, neither of us knew the true status of our working futures that day.
    I was called a supermodel and I acted like it sometimes. Okay, I acted like it most of the time, but I wasn't the biggest diva at the shows.
    Cyndie was eating humble pie. She struggled at first; learning to walk, to turn and to develop her attitude. But, there was something about her that I loved from the instant we met. We soon became friends and, briefly, lovers.
    My first impressions, when I met young Miss Myst a month earlier, were that she was unpredictable and exciting. Cyndie had a good body for modeling. She was five feet seven inches tall, thin, with a pretty face and a big, infectious smile. Her long brown hair was gorgeous, with a fullness to envy.
    This story shows both a slice of our modeling lives and the moment when we met the man of our dreams.
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    It was April 1992. I was living in my upper east-side apartment and dating a New York Yankee pitcher. Greg was rich, egotistical and engaged. I knew the first two things about him, but learned the latter fact a few weeks later. Our relationship ended that spring when, lying naked under Greg on his big waterbed, his fiancée walked in on us. His hot-blooded, Latin lady slapped my face, pulled me out of bed by the hair, and kicked my behind as she threw me out of the apartment. The next thing I knew I was standing naked in the hallway outside his