Chapter 63

Both of them wore thick spectacles with no prescriptions. Dakota shamelessly donned a long, blond wig and Terrell a knitted hat. Their clothes were flashy, much nicer than anything they typically put on. If and when witnesses gave descriptions to the police, there’d be plenty to remember, and none of it would sound like Terrell or Dakota.

They parked the motorcycle four blocks away in a side alley behind a dumpster. Under their costumes lay normal street clothes, and they identified an escape route through an abandoned townhome. There, they would make the switch, tossing their disguises into a pile, covering them in gasoline, and lighting them on fire. The smoke would be an excellent diversion for first responders while they made their way out of the city.

It wasn’t perfect, but their talismans should help them deal with any potential problems.