‘The Chameleon’ studied a fistful of passports. He chucked them one by one into an empty case before deciding on an identity. He studied the photograph; short cropped blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth, glasses, trim and fit. He was now, or soon would be, Sam Elliot. He always liked that identity. He needed to grab the hair dye and his mouthpiece. All the changes could be made once he was out of James McPherson’s house. His BMW X5 had been impounded in the Albany Hotel’s underground car park. He smiled. It was a bummer he had lost such a great car but then he was sure the police would not be hassling him. After all, the number plate was cloned from the real James McPherson. He was used to dealing with car rentals, a different one for every job but he always liked to keep one in reserve for personal use.
He looked around at his sparsely furnished modern suburban semi; now looking less inviting in the shaded light. The Venetian blinds left a striped pattern on the walls that reminded him of prison bars. He shivered.
–Elizabeth Revill, from Would I Lie To You (A Chief Inspector Allison Murder Mystery Book 4)
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