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tweezers, Landon didn’t flinch. Twenty minutes later, she’d thinned out his brows enough that he looked different. Slightly less attractive maybe, but that wasn’t the worst thing she could do.
    “Okay,” she said. “Now for the mole.”
    “Mole?”
    She nodded. “Give you a fake beauty mark. It will distract people from looking at your eyes and identifying you.”
    “Doesn’t that make me easy to identify if people are looking for me?”
    “If we run into heat then we take it off and suddenly the one identifier they have for you is gone. Trust me, this is perfect.”
    He took a deep breath. “You’re in charge on this,” he said hesitantly. The words seemed to be choked out, as if he wasn’t used to ceding control like he was doing now.
    She gave him a big smile. “I know. Now hold still.”
    She took some of the eyelash adhesive she’d bought for the process and dabbed it on a stick, then used the stick to place a fairly large glob of adhesive on his cheek, a few inches under his left eye and an inch from his nose. That done, she waited for it to dry, then repeated the process a few more times. Landon held still through all of it, and she said nothing as she worked.
    Once the mark had dried at the appropriate size, she colored it with some brown cake eyeliner and a shader brush. The entire process took about twenty minutes.
    Finally, she was satisfied. She stepped back and motioned toward the mirror.
    “Come over and check it out,” she said.
    He got up, his hair still slightly wet from the dye job, leaned over the sink toward the mirror to get a good look. His thinned brows shot up as he got a look at himself.
    “Well,” he said, after several seconds. “It’s different.”
    She let out a hard breath. "Hardly the best compliment I've gotten, but that's okay."
    "I didn't mean—"
    "I said it was okay," she said, fighting back a smile. "I bought some clippers at the store if we need to trim your hair, but now that I’m looking at it I think we’ll hold off in case we need to change looks again.”
    He studied her face a moment longer before moving on. “Makes sense. So now what?”
    She cocked her head. “For now, you’re done. I have to get to work on myself. Once I do that, we’ll go buy a car.”
    He bit his lip and stared off for a moment, his dark eyes boring a hole into a spot to her left. Finally, he shook his head. “I’ll take care of the car while you work on whatever it is you need to do,” he said.
    She took a deep breath and studied his face. It was like something had flipped in him. A moment ago he had been relatively calm, but now he looked like a caged animal.
    “Okay,” she said. “Where do you plan on going?”
    “Lot of used car lots over on Western," he said, his voice distant. "I’ll try there first. Shouldn’t take too long.”
    She gave him a smile, trying to defuse the tension that was suddenly pouring out of him. “You sure?"
    He gave her a hard look. “I’ll be fine. Shouldn’t be more than an hour.”
    She put her hands in her pockets and nodded. What the hell had gotten into him? “I’ll be waiting,” she said, her expression neutral. “Good luck.”
    With a short nod, he left. She watched him go, frozen in place and wondering what was wrong until she heard the front door to the building open and close. Then, her mind still spinning, she got to work on her own disguise.

CHAPTER 4
    Roy sat on the bench and looked out at the crocodiles as they floated in a pond at the Lincoln Park Zoo. A stiff breeze blew in from the direction of the lake, cooling the sweat on his brow. It felt good, but he couldn't enjoy it. His life in Chicago was probably over unless he wanted to risk ending the whole thing.
    The job to get Tom Andersen out of his office had failed. Guy must have gotten tipped off. Or maybe Ol' Roy had just gotten sloppy. He didn’t even know at this point, and it didn’t matter. Even if he killed himself thinking about it for a few days and