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him before he walked through the eastern doors of the sprawling bunker-like building.
    “Evening, Baron,” she said with a gracious smile.
    “Liz.” He hugged her and kissed her cheek. “You’re looking good.”
    She patted her perfectly style hair. “Thank you.”
    “Is he busy?”
    “No more than usual. You want me to page him for you?”
    “Please. I’l be at the bar.” He walked to the wine lounge and headed straight for the bar. Within seconds, one of the bartenders had a shot of scotch in front of him. “Thanks, P.K.” Baron drained the drink and nodded at the bartender for another. As a rule he hated to depend on chemicals to dul his senses, but hard liquor was the only companion he could find to ease his crappy mood tonight.
    Through the mirror behind the wine glasses, he studied patrons as they walked through the entrance of the restaurant. Liz kept tucking the lock of her hair behind her ear, a ruse that hid the fact that she used a hidden microphone on her wrist to communicate with the other hostesses. Some of the diners were directed to the leather chairs in the wine lounge, their choice of beverage provided in a timely fashion. Others were led to private cabanas on the patio or the main dining room. The quick seating of its clientele, exceptional food, private dining rooms for parties or cabanas for romantic dinners, and of course, the multiple entrances and exits for celebrities and dignitaries to slip in and out unnoticed were some of the reasons the Haven became the latest hot spot in West Holywood.
    Baron was nursing his third drink when a tal man slid onto the barstool next to his.
    “Hey, little brother,” Baron said without turning.
    “I was born fifteen seconds after you, Baron. What’s going on? Liz said you looked stressed. From the looks of you, I’d say that was an understatement.”
    Baron snickered, his gaze on the reflection of his twin brother Chase. Except for Chase’s penchant to dress in black and wear his hair long, the two of them were physicaly indistinguishable.
    Family and close friends could easily tel them apart though, his brother wore a perpetual smirk.
    Baron drained his drink without responding to Chase, and motioned the bartender for another.
    “Whoa,” Chase said from beside him. “Since when do you speed-guzzle that poison? What gives? Or should I start guessing while you say ‘getting warmer’?”
    Baron watched the bartender fil another glass. “I wouldn’t cal that finely aged brew poison. And you’re too old to be playing games.” He glanced at his brother. “So? Can I get a table tonight or are you ful?”

    Chase signaled to the bartender not to serve Baron the shot. “Why not come with me to my office. I’l personaly serve you al your favorites.”
    Baron gave him a mocking grin. “If that’s your way of puling me away from the bar, you’re slipping. I’l have that, my friend.” He gestured for his drink.
    Clearly undecided about what to do, the bartender glanced from one brother to the other, but something in Baron’s eyes made him hand over the shot.
    “Thank you.” He drained it in one fluid motion and avoided Chase’s worried gaze. “Okay, let’s go, Chef Fitzgerald. Oh, I forgot. You don’t cook any more. What’s your chef’s special for today? I’m starving.” He was feeling buzzed and starting to regret the last two shots. He could hold his liquor most of the time, but never on an empty stomach.
    “Whatever you want, you’l get it here,” Chase promised.
    He led Baron past the lounge, nodding at patrons and patting a few backs, then turned and entered a wide halway. He pushed the second door to their left and waited for Baron to precede him.
    Baron flopped on a sofa and let his feet rest on the arm. He couldn’t avoid Chase’s penetrating gaze, not when his brother sat on the edge of his desk a few feet away and studied him with a frown.
    “Okay, Baron. Out with it. Did something happen at the galery? A missing