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That night, Bea and I sat in an upscale restaurant, pretending to finish our dinner She was dressed in conservative clothes, a broool pantsuit over a black turtleneck sweater De so she’d look older

I was playing the part of her daughter, which wasn’t a cohter, looking after the welfare of her helpless mother That was definitely a stretch

To appear e 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 hoe Rawson, Alejandro’s ed all of Alejandro’s rare guitar purchases, and he knew quite a bit about the instruments If Uncle Carl’s ruuitars, separate from Alejandro’s Bea’s sources also told her that Raould 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

Bea faced the door, one eye on the restaurant entrance I just picked at the re a bite It e, about to do a con, so flavor was irrelevant I just chewed and sed, then I continued to play with my food

I was about to fork up another mouthful when Bea nodded atto her research, he always sat at the sa there soon

We started to focus more on our meal, and our conversation becaood old days and those crazy aunts and uncles who mooched off of us My fictitiousto be tooto a residential care facility, with easy access to a dining roo smoothly