Chapter 5Just because I trusted Nixon didn’t mean I was stupid. Early the following morning I packed up everything except the food I’d bought. I wasn’t about to lug it around when I went looking for a new place to stay. First, however, I had to become Jason Reeves. That meant I needed to find a private place to make the transformation.
It wasn’t as hard to do as it might seem. I drove to a small motel on the other side of the city. It was the kind of place that had exterior entrances to the rooms, with a walkway for those on the second floor—and was known to rent by the hour. I got a room, using my James Randall ID as I still looked like him, asking for one at the back of the motel—which I got.
I parked four doors down from it, put on a pair of latex gloves, and took the bag with what I
