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His words were like a kick to the gut He knew my New York name, so he must have known that I’d painted the vase This explained why it sat in such a pronal

How did he discover who I was? I never did any social networking, so he couldn’t have looked me up online Granted, there were one or two photos of me on other people’s social media accounts One of my friends posted my photo from a party last year, with the caption, "Dee Frank, New York Artist," but it wasn’t that easy to find I doubted someone as famous as Alejandro would spend the time to locate it

The other explanation was that he hired the New York investigator Perhaps all those people checking on uard, so he probably had a security team handy, too Either way, Alejandro knew ht even know my childhood name and how much of a con artist I once was

What would happen next? Was Udo standing on the other side of the door with his gun drawn? Were the police on their way? I hadn’t done anything illegal yet Nothing had been sold So perhaps there was hope One thing was certain: I really hated this con game!

Alejandro and I stared at each other for a few seconds, this ti Instead, there was aleeful pride, like a hunter who had just bagged soa have you known?" I did my best to appear only mildly curious

"I kneho you were the moment I met you" He picked up allery in New York a feeeks ago, and I bought this I’m sure you noticed it yesterday You weren’t in your shop that day, but I looked you up afterward and found a picture of you" He shook his head with a grin "Not an easy picture to find--you keep yourself pretty well hidden" He set down the vase "So when a beautiful and reclusive New York artist showed up at uitar, I had to wonder" He shrugged "I told Peters to declare the guitar real and tell uitar is fake"