“Nothing that drastic, Davie. Darken your hair and make it less curly. The curls are a dead giveaway. Different gear, different clothes. Grubbier than you were when I picked you up.”
“Is that possible,” Davie replied with a small grin.
“You know it is. Neither of you will shave for the next few days. That’ll give you a scruffy look. Vin, you’ve been here and working out of doors long enough you’ve got a good tan. We can lighten your hair.”
Vin rolled his eyes. “Bleach blond is me.”
Maddox laughed. “Not that bad but different from the brown it is now.”
“From what you said, you’re not planning on shipping us out today,” Davie commented.
“No,” Slade replied. “I want to see if I can locate your mother’s ex-boyfriend and get him out of the picture. He’s the biggest threat to you.”
Davie turned to look at Vin, asking, “What about you?”
“I’m no threat.”
“That’s not what I meant.”