CHAPTER FIVE
Brody sat in the driver’s seat of the nondescript, four-door sedan that looked more like a prop from a detective or FBI television show than a rental car. No one passing by glanced his way, but why would they? All strangers could see was a guy wearing sunglasses, a faded baseball cap, and an oversized hoodie. The outfit was typical bro-wear, especially with his cargo shorts. What his assistant, Ainsley, called his incognito costume, but the disguise hadn’t failed him yet. He hoped today wouldn’t be the first time.
His phone rang, but Brody ignored it for the hundredth time that day. He had no statement to make. He didn’t want to talk to his agent or his publicist again. He just wanted to do what had to be done so he and Cara could move on.
The sooner, the better.
Once this
