Chapter 11

“That I clean up well?” Lou smirked, setting his bags down beside the trunk of the car.

“That too, although you’ve been decently dressed the last two times I’ve seen you. I presume the lenses are clear glass.”

Lou nodded, getting the license plates from one of his bags. “I hope you’ve got a screwdriver.”

“I do plan ahead,” Rory said dryly, getting one from the glove compartment. He changed out the plates—putting his under the spare tire and closing the cover—then putting Lou’s bags into the trunk.

After Lou put on his coat, they got into the car and headed to the bank. Before going inside, Rory gave Lou the information he’d gotten from Gideon, pertaining to a bank account Esteban Valencia—Lou’s alias—had in New York City.

“He works fast,” Lou commented. “I only gave him what he needed a couple of hours ago.”

“He knows what he’s doing, and he has a good hacker on his payroll.”