Chapter 9Richard strolled into the grocery store as if he was a regular customer. He’d left his suit coat and tie in the car, and exchanged his blue dress shirt for an old denim one he kept in the car’s trunk for emergencies, like fixing a flat tire. He was wearing a pair of scuffed sneakers as well, also scrounged from the trunk. True, his dark slacks didn’t quite fit the image he was going for, but he’d run his fingers through his normally well-combed hair so some of it hung messily over his forehead. All in all, he wasn’t the ‘stylish’ business man he’d been when he’d left work.
He smirked when it took Kel a moment to realize it was him. “Am I late?” he asked.
Kel made a show of checking the time. “Yeah, by five minutes, but it’s okay. They won’t start without us.” He handed Richard a
