Miss Wyoming [antikvár]

Chapter One Susan Colgate sat with her agent, Adam Norwitz, 011 the rocky outdoor patio of the Ivy restaurant at the edge of Beverly Hills. Susan was slightly chilly and kept a fawn-colored cashmere sweater wrapped around her shoulders as she snuck bread crumbs to the birds darting about the ground. Her face was flawlessly made up and her hair was cut in the style of the era. She was a woman on a magaziné cover, gazing out at the checkoutstand shopper, smiling, but locked in time and space, away from the real world of squalling babies, bank cards and casual shoplifting. Susan and Adam were looking at two men across the busy restaurant. Adam was say ing to Susan, "You see that guy on the left? That's 'Jerr-Bear' Rogers, snack dealer to the stars and the humán equivalent of an unflushed toilet." "Adam!" "Well, it's true." Adam broke open a focaccia slice. "Oh God, Sooz, they're looking at us." "Thoughts have wings, Adam." "Whatever.They're both still staring at us." A waiter came and filled their water glasses. Adam said, "And that other guy-John Johnson. Semisleazebag movie producer. He vanished for a while earlier this year. Did you hear about that?"