Chapter 4
While Lou, aka Carlo, waited for his luggage he looked around the baggage claim area. He couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched. Even though he knew who it was, it was creepy because he couldn’t see them.
Of course I can’t. They’re supposed to be unobvious. I wonder if that’s a word. Probably. Okay, get a grip. No one knows what I look like now. Or at least no one I should be worrying about.
That was the truth. After the woman from the Marshals Service had finished with him, his hair was much shorter, and expertly styled. At her insistence, he now had a short beard and a mustache. His eyes were brown, thanks to contacts, and there was a diamond stud on one earlobe. When he’d checked the final result in the mirror his first thought was, I look like someone who hangs ou
