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we’ve said everything we have to say—”
    â€œThese two little crystal and silver shakers? Ah, yes. Okay. I’d like to see them.”
    â€œOne moment.” She gave the customer a pseudo smile, then whipped her head back to Wyatt. “It took me a while, but I’ve come to terms with what happened—”
    â€œBut,” Wyatt interrupted, pleading his case, “I was wrong. I know that now. I want— No, I need to tell you. To wipe the slate clean.”
    The collector was becoming impatient. “I’m supposed to meet some friends for drinks soon—”
    â€œOne damn moment!” Wyatt snapped.
    The customer’s jaw dropped.
    Annie let her eyes slide shut. This much she knew about Wyatt: he’d never leave her alone until she heard him out. And by then, she’d have no more customers left. “Okay,” she whispered. “When?”
    â€œTonight? Over dinner?”
    â€œFine. What time?”
    â€œSeven. I’ll pick you up…here?”
    â€œI’ll be at home at seven.” She strode to the counter where the collector was fidgeting and fuming. Snagging one of her business cards from a silver tray, she scribbled her home address on the back. “I’m just down the block from Mom’s place. You’ll find it.”
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    That afternoon Patsy put on her most “Meredith” dress and fashioned her hair in her most “Meredith” style, and upon adding some jewelry and a dash of pale lipstick, couldn’t have looked more like Meredith than Meredith herself. If Meredith were around, she’d be proud, Patsy thought with a harsh little laugh.
    After one last glance at herself and then, into her satchel full of props, she snapped it shut and deemed herself ready to hit the road.
    Patsy’s sporty black BMW purred down the freeway, making the trip between Prosperino and L.A. a pleasure. In an effort to keep her courage up, she put on some of her favorite hard rock tapes and screamed along with the lead singers. When lunchtime rolled around, she poured herself a glass of fine champagne and lit an expensive gold-tipped cigarette. After all, she was watching her weight and a little liquid lunch was all she really craved.
    When Patsy got to L.A., she knew exactly where she was going. She’d been in this neighborhood before to hire that idiot Snake Eyes Pike. The one who was supposed to have put Emily away for good. Patsy tucked the cork back into her bottle and exhaled. “Ah, well, can’t win ’em all,” she muttered. Besides, Snake Eyes was still on the job, so there was hope.
    Consulting her map, she slowed, navigated several tricky lane changes and turns, not easy considering the champagne bottle and crystal stemware in the passenger seat. Ah, yes. There it was. Patsy tapped on the brakes and read the huge sign that loomed over the top of the broken-down warehouse.
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    The Look-Alike Agency
Celebrity look-alikes for movie doubles
Private parties, birthday messages and so much more!
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    Yes, this was exactly what she needed. She parked in the secluded lot in this seedy, industrial section of town and entered the warehouse through the front door. The musty smell of old clothing and mothballs instantly assailed her. Behind the counter, an older woman worked sewing buttons onto a jacket.
    â€œHello,” Patsy said in that smooth, well-monitored tone that made people know they were dealing with someone special.
    â€œWhat can I do for ya?” The woman did not pause in her stitching to spare her a glance.
    â€œI need a double to pose as a friend of mine, for a practical joke we’re doing for his…his birthday.”
    â€œOkay. What type you need?”
    Patsy dug a picture of Jackson out of her satchel. “I needsomeone who can look like him with the right hair and makeup.”
    The woman stopped sewing and took the photo. “Stu. You need Stu. He can look like anybody