Rock Con Roll (Chapter 7, page 1 of 8)


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Chapter 7

That night, Bea and I sat in an upscale restaurant, pretending to finish our dinner. She was dressed in conservative clothes, a brown wool pantsuit over a black turtleneck sweater. Demure and elderly, she even wore a gray wig so she’d look older.

I was playing the part of her daughter, which wasn’t a complete lie. But today, I was a dutiful, doting daughter, looking after the welfare of her helpless mother. That was definitely a stretch.

To appear more proper, I wore a vintage black fitted suit over a sky blue scoop-neck blouse, with dark stockings and black pumps. The modest pencil skirt went below my knees. I even added a stylish blue hat, to cover my wild mop of hair.

One of Bea’s rules for a con was to know the mark—to study the person ahead of time. But I didn’t need to study Alejandro at all: I’d been doing that for ten years. Of course, Bea was not a fan, so she’d had to do her homework. And her research told her that George Rawson, Alejandro’s manager, would be the man to approach. He arranged all of Alejandro’s rare guitar purchases, and he knew quite a bit about the instruments. If Uncle Carl’s rumors were true, he even had his own collection of guitars, separate from Alejandro’s. Bea’s sources also told her that Rawson would be dining at this restaurant today, so he’d be our point of entry. That was good—I could more easily deal with him than his famous rocker boss.

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