Jax slept fitfully, waking when early morning sunlight came through the window and hit his face. After a hot shower, followed by a cold one, he felt as if he could face the day.
He left the motel looking the same as when he’d checked in and stayed that way as he drove to Fairchild’s shop. When he was two blocks away, he parked the rental car, got out, and with his bag over his shoulder, entered a small breakfast restaurant. After eating and paying for his meal, he went into the restroom and one of the stalls. Ten minutes later he exited—as Jackson—and walked out the restaurant’s rear door. Although he looked like himself, he wasn’t stupid. He wore a light jacket with the hood pulled up to hide his hair and shadow his face. Even so, he was cautious as he went down the alley, crossed the st
