How To Love A Murderer.
โItโsโฆ okay.โ
To Zhedya, it was a victory. A symphony. He grinned, elated.
He brought out their clothesโฆsimple, stylish, but completely forgettable.
Neutral colours, nothing that would stand out. Ian understood.
The hair, the clothesโฆ they were disguises. They were going to be ghosts in the crowd.
Less than an hour later, the roar of the helicopter faded, replaced by the deafening, wonderful noise of a crowded amusement park.
The lights were blinding, the music was too loud, the smell of sugar and fried food was overwhelming.
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