“It looks so authentic.”
From behind the wheel, Lucas cut a glance at him, a smile breaking free. “That’s because it is authentic.”
Ian ran his fingers along the seam of the picture. He hadn’t sat for another photo today. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him. But the image that stared back at him was the same as the one that had been in his old passport. Everything about it was the same, including the date of issue. All that was missing were the stamps.
“I think you’re right.” He slid it into his coat pocket. “I don’t want to know what Susanna does to have such powerful friends.”
“She’ll consider you a friend now, too, you know. She does that.”
“I’m not so sure there isn’t anything she doesn’t do.”
“Don’t tell her that. Her head is big enough already.”
Their light conversation ba
