She agreed immediately to the unusual proposal of switching identities with the niece of the alcoholic millionaire gambler - after all, their resemblance was uncanny - they both had metachromatic eyes, and a little bit of peroxide would give her the blond hair needed.
The plan would be for her to accompany him on a trip to the Azores in another rehab bid, the center in Ponta Delgada being isolated enough that he would not have to contend with distractions from his so-called friends, and she, as the niece, would be able to steer his decision-making towards giving her power-of-attorney, which in turn would allow the real niece to secure title to the real estate holdings that dotted the central California coast from Carpentaria north to Cambria.
However, the niece had not counted on the return of her nefarious brother Laurence, who had been missing for nearly a decade after embarking on an ill-fated adventure into the unexplored jungles of Guyana, South America.
Laurence had been found wandering in southern Guyana by members of the Macushi tribe, suffering from amnesia and unable to communicate with his saviors. For nearly a decade he believed himself to be one of these primitive tribesmen, just taller, with straighter, lighter hair and better teeth.
It wasn't until a group of British explorers from the Royal Geographical Society who had been sailing along the Essequibo River spotted him fishing with a small group of his adopted brothers on an island in the middle of the river near the dangerous Kaieteur Falls that his true identity was revealed to him, and now he was back in Los Angeles, looking to claim his slice of the family pie.
Which complicated the plans of the aforementioned niece, not to mention the also aforementioned niece impersonator.
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