Stolen Identity, Stolen Love

way with a hard jolt, pulling E

"Global Culinary Masters" trophy was packed securely in his carry-

he Alchemist's Table, which had just earned its third Mi

He imagined her surprise when he

to navigating crowds. A few people recognized him, pointing

gave the address

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ed at him in the

s, huh? The party for

rowned.

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party without him. Maybe it was a welcome-home thi

ge knot in his stomach

nt. But something was wrong. There was a velvet rope at the entra

s bags, and walked toward the ent

stepped forward,

Private eve

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up and down, his ex

e your in

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you are, buddy. Look, we don't wa

him. This was a joke. It had to b

Marco put you up

he first guard put a heavy hand o

t going to a

room. It was filled with his friends, food critics, his ent

en he

ht reel from the competition he had just won. But the man on the screen, the

Same height, same build, same dark hai

dizzying sense of unreality, as if

whispered, his voi

Miller. The best chef in the world. Now, if you do

s voice cracked. "That's not h

ation. An actor? A long-lost twin? It made no s

allet, pulling out h

is me. Ethan

uard took it, studied it, then looke

l give you that. But we kno

icers walked up. The guar

ere, gentlemen?" one

," the guard said, handing the officer

Ethan. He pulled out his radio and spoke

ackled back. The officer l

Ethan, then b

s reported stolen two weeks

back to the guard. He look

and harassing people at a private

anic. "No, this is a mistake. A huge mistake. I can prove it. Let m

're not doing that. You can tell

im. He was an outsider looking in at his own

the imposter, the man with his face, moving through the crowd. He was shaking hands, accepting

shoulder, smiling up at h

sound escaped

in the silent, terrifying space that had opened up insi

. The celebration inside his restaurant