Finally, I parked the SUV in the strip mall and returned to my room. When I got back, I peeked through the front curtains to check on Vance. Still there—he hadn’t noticed I’d left. Good. Mission accomplished.
The next day, I went to the music shop to pick up the guitar, sneaking in the back door so I wouldn’t have to deal with any of the shop’s customers. Carl was proud of his work, and wished me luck.
Now we had the guitar—that was the easy part. But next came the hard part: selling this fake instrument to the most famous rocker on the planet. And doing it without trying to kiss him madly. Good luck!