Lauren looked up at the man in the grey suit and fedora. The way he clearly wasn't sweating overly much in the Phoenix heat marked him for a local, anyone from her neck of the woods would be rather wilted.  But that didn't mean he wasn't a danger to her, they could have hired someone. Which of course  left the question of how they would possibly have found her and she decided it was impossible. Albert had wired money to her but would never have talked. Her natural pride tempted her to admit who she was, but her singing days were over so what did it matter? Sighing inwardly the redhead sat up, and stood to look at the man with whom she would have been eye to -eye even in short heels, and in her best nasal  'Nu Joirsey' accent replied.<br/><br/>"Nice ta meetcha, Luella Simpson, I'll be on the silver screen in a few days, the casting director said I'm perfect, it's for 'The Poolboy always comes on Monday' have you heard of it?"<br/><br/>She looked at the slightly watery, light blue eyes of the man whose face had a very disappointed look to it.<br/><br/>"Awww, shucks, no ma'am,"  he said in a slight Oklahoma drawl, 'It's just that you're a dead ringer for an amazing singer from Chicago, her name is..."<br/><br/>Lauren decided to nip it in the bud "Oh, I think I heard the casting director, he took at nap after reading the script with me." She giggled lightly... "gotta scoot Daddy-Oh. Nice to  have met you, be sure to watch the picture."<br/><br/>She turned and grabbed her drink, glasses, lotion, and towel before walking off to the room, calling out loudly and nasally....<br/><br/>"I'm coming Frankie!"<br/><br/>Once inside the room, she closed the slider door and drew the curtains and sat down on the bed facing the now darkened window. What had she gotten into, maybe she should dye her hair, this had been much to close. She picked up her drink and drained the rest as she sat down on the bed when she, once again, had the eerie feeling like she was being watched.  She shook her head and said to the empty room, "You really need to get a hold of your paranoia, sister..."