Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable
Until she had mastered it, she did not want distractions.
In the past two years, between the clinic and the special drug project, she had no spare energy anyway.
Julian smiled and nodded. "Smart."
There were two truly top-tier disguise artists in the country.
One worked for the police. The other operated in the gray market and charged an exorbitant fee.
Both could alter a person's face with nothing but their hands. Add a careful imitation of the person's mannerisms, and they could fool most people.
This time, because secrecy was critical, Diana made the call and brought in the one who worked exclusively for the police.