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    As he worked, Eric managed to read the headlines. Lissa Roman Inks Three Million Dollar Deal For One Night’s Work at Millennium Desert Princess Hotel.
    Three million dollars. Eric was in shock. That amount of money could buy him everything he’d always craved. And this blonde bitch was making it in one night.
    He managed to scan the other headline. She was opening a new hotel in Vegas for which they were paying her three million big ones. Jesus!
    Then it came to him in a flash. What if he kidnapped her and held her for ransom ? Would her record company pay? Would her movie bosses cough up? Or would the cops come down so hard that they’d find her before he could collect the ransom?
    Back at the office he looked her up on the Internet. There were over eight hundred sites devoted to her. He clicked onto several of the main ones, and found out more than he ever wanted to know.
    She was very, very famous. Too famous.
    She’d made seven movies. Released ten best-selling CDs. Appeared on over a thousand magazine covers. Been married four times.
    How did he go about kidnapping someone with such a high profile? This obviously needed meticulous planning.
    Over the next few weeks he spent all his spare time following her, soon discovering she was an extremely well-protected woman who never went anywhere by herself. She was always accompanied by a publicist, a driver, sometimes guards, and often her husband–a muscle-bound man who never appeared to work.
    Eric realized that kidnapping Lissa Roman was not going to be an easy task.
    He decided that befriending Danny–her loyal assistant–might be a good plan. So he called him up, reminded Danny who he was, and suggested they meet for a drink.
    Danny agreed, and they met at a gay bar on Santa Monica Boulevard.
    ‘My boyfriend would be livid if he suspected I was stepping out on him,’ Danny said archly. ‘However, he’s away in Seattle for the weekend, so no harm.’
    Eric knew exactly how to deal with fags–after all, he’dbeen incarcerated with a whole bunch of them for six long, miserable years. He proceeded to get Danny good and drunk, then questioned him, finding out everything he wanted to know.
    By the end of the evening he had his answer.
    Lissa Roman had a daughter, Nicci, who did not live with her. Nicci was the one he should be targeting. Nicci was the perfect victim.
    And from that moment on, Nicci had become his obsession.

Chapter Five
    ‘C an you meet me for lunch?’ Nicci said on her cellphone, still driving.
    ‘I’m not eating,’ Saffron replied.
    ‘Why?’
    ‘’Cause I’m fat.’
    ‘You’re a size four,’ Nicci pointed out.
    ‘I’m zeroing in on a size two.’
    ‘Get a life, girl.’
    ‘Have you seen Calista Flockhart and Lara Flynn Boyle? That’s my goal.’
    ‘Oh, to be white and skinny,’ Nicci said scathingly, glancing at a passing stud on a Harley, while almost back-ending an uptight face-lift in a cream Bentley. ‘Anyway, you have to meet me for lunch, it’s urgent.’
    ‘Does it concern a pre-nup?’
    ‘ What pre-nup?’
    ‘The one he’s gonna make you sign.’
    ‘Evan will not make me sign anything,’ Nicci said haughtily. ‘I think you’re forgetting we’re in love.’
    ‘Ha!’ Saffron exclaimed rudely. ‘So were Sly Stallone and Michael Douglas at one time, an’ look what happened to them. Man, did they get a blast of the first-wife blues!’ A beat. ‘Evan’s lawyer will never let him marry you without a pre-nup. So get ready.’
    Nicci realized there was no use arguing with Saffron when she was on a roll. ‘Meet me at Fred Segal’s in half an hour,’ she said. ‘And try not to be late.’
    ‘Only if you promise you’ll let no food pass my lips.’
    ‘Deal.’
    ‘See ya.’
    Nicci had decided to hand over responsibility for the bridesmaids’ dresses to Saffron. She could handle it, she had nothing else to do.
    It did not occur to Nicci that she had nothing else to do either. That wasn’t the