up?â
âJust a little something I need from you.â
She tried to suppress the impatience in her voice. When Lucky wanted something she wanted it immediately. âWhat?â she asked edgily.
âRetribution.â
âHuh?â
âThe scum-in-laws, anâ all the bloodsuckers around âem.â
âYes?â
âI want you to nail âem, girlie. Nail âem good.â
âI plan to.â
âMy way.â
She continued to curb her impatience. âWhatâs your way?â
âBefore you gain control, you take a job at the studio. Youâll be assistant to Herman Stone â heâs my man.â Abe sparkled as he felt excitement creeping back into his life. âAnâ when youâre there, right in the thick of it, youâll catch âem all doinâ what they shouldnât be doinâ.â He cackled with delight. âSix weeks on the inside, anâ then whammo, girlie, youâre the new boss, anâ you can dump âem all. Some good plan, huh?â
Lucky could hardly believe what she was hearing. It was an insane idea. How could she vanish for six weeks and assume another identity? She headed an empire, there was no way she could just disappear. What about Lennie? And Bobby and Brigette? Not to mention all her numerous business commitments?
âImpossible,â she said, shaking her head regretfully.
âIf you want my studio youâll do it,â Abe retorted, clicking his false teeth. âIf you
really
want it.â
She brushed a hand through her dark hair, stood up, and began pacing agitatedly around the room.
Sure she wanted the studio, but she wasnât about to jump through hoops to satisfy the whims of a demanding old man. Or was she?
Hmm⦠Maybe it wasnât such an insane idea after all⦠Maybe it was quite a tempting proposition⦠a challenge. And there was nothing Lucky enjoyed more than a challenge.
Undercover she could catch everyone doing what they werenât supposed to be doing.
It was kind of a wild scam, an adventure.
Hmmâ¦
Abe watched her carefully, crinkling his shrewd eyes as he reached for a glass of prune juice on his desk. âNo undercover⦠no sale,â he said, just to make quite sure she understood his rules.
Lucky spun around and stared at him. âYou mean youâd blow this deal?â she asked incredulously. âAll that money?â
Abe smiled, clicking his teeth into a neat porcelain row. They didnât fit his leathery, lined old face. They looked too new. âIâm eighty-eight years old, girlie, what am I gonna do with the money? It ainât gonna buy me a hard-on, huh?
Huh?
It ainât gonna raise my schnickel.â
Lucky grinned, âWho knows?â
â
I
know, girlie, thatâs for sure.â
âNothing in life is a certainty.â
Abe clicked his false teeth in and out of his mouth one more time, not exactly an endearing habit. âSix weeks,â he said with surprising firmness. âOr we got no deal.â
Chapter 6
Brigette Stanislopoulos was seventeen years old and undeniably pretty. She had long, naturally blond hair, and a rounded, well-developed figure. She was also an heiress, due to inherit half the Stanislopoulos fortune left to her by her grandfather, Dimitri. She already had her motherâs vast estate in trust, and when she reached twenty-one she was destined to become one of the richest women in the world. A sobering thought, for Brigette, although just a teenager, had already lived a life filled with pain and confusion, and instinctively she knew her huge inheritance was only going to add further complications.
Money had failed to bring her mother happiness. Poor Olympia â discovered in a seedy New York hotel with the famous rock star Flash, both of them drugged out and dead. Not a very fitting end for Olympia â the girl who should have had everything.
Brigette was