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She was, of course, right about that They did, and Bryn finally shook her head and said, "Fine, I won’t tell hiht Snickers What’ve you got?"
"Hair dye," Riley said "And scissors We’re both getting makeovers"
• • •
They had one ht closed in around them, and after some discussion Joe and Patrick decided to choose a ht No-tell roadside inns were plentiful, at least; the pink stucco place that Joe picked seemed likely to have been in business since the 1950s at least It catered to kitsch, but it was definitely not y Flat screen televisions still only existed in the real was a leakyunit At least it was clean, and quiet, and the hot water worked
Bryn cut her hair short, and applied the hair dye, which turned her from dark blond to a brunette Riley, on the other hand, elected to go punk--shaggy hair with purple streaks, and a black dog collar with spikes
"That’s not regulation FBI I’m pretty sure," Bryn said, as Riley fluffed her hair into a spiky shag
"Good," she said "If we get tiet some nose studs and a low-cut top The less they look at ht’s sleep--and a short one Bryn ate protein bars every few hours, and it seeernot co it We still need ht She wondered if she could convince her friends to find a diner for breakfast that didn’t ht made her mouth water
She was on her way to the van when she noticed how quiet it was Yes, it was a rural area, off the freeway’s constant hum, but there see that it keyed her instincts up to alert
Bryn changed directions and went to Patrick’s door, and rapped softly He took only a couple of seconds to open it, and she stepped in and shut it behind her "Trouble," she said She wasn’t sure, but she also wasn’t willing to be gratuitously stupid
Patrick didn’t doubt her, or even take a glance outside As she dumped her kit on the floor and opened it to reun It was a good choice, she thought They also silently separated out their a
Patrick paused in the act of reaching for another shotgun shell as a voice called out from beyond the"Hello, honey, I’et that voice, and she saw Patrick close his eyes briefly in a storm of emotion that probably wasn’t love and relief It lasted only a second before he gathered hiun
"They’ll already have us boxed," he said "She wouldn’t announce anything until she was sure of her position She thinks she’s got us cold"
"Maybe she does," Bryn said
"We’ll raded models with her like you and Riley, which I doubt; Jane always did want to be the strongest person in the roo her If she’s got an Achilles’ heel, it’s her ego"
He was talking calht of the curtained plate glassBryn took the left side She knew, froh, narrow, barred asn’t so et through, and it would be noisy as fuck
No, Jane would favor the frontal assault, as usual Patrick was right, Jane needed to show them as boss Especially Patrick Especially Bryn
"We’re screwed, aren’t we?" she asked Patrick, without really looking at hihost of a smile in her peripheral vision "Let’sus"