He took off the raincoat, which he’d bought with cash at busy kiosk in the mall, balled it up, and put it into a plastic bag. Then he used a couple of wet-wipes to clean his face and hands, putting the wipes in the plastic bag as well before stuffing it into his messenger bag. He wasn’t worried that anyone whomight see him would notice blood on his clothes. He was wearing black slacks, socks, and shoes. His shirt and jacket had been covered by the raincoat. The last thing he did, before casually strolling down the parking ramp, was retrieve the paperwork he’d given to Ms. Hawthorne for the business he had no intention of starting.