David found another motel, somewhere between five star and seedy, that specialised in family deals, and had lain the night away listening to unfamiliar sounds and making plans. He couldn't wait for Marion. And he couldn't be a bystander for Browning. When light began to penetrate the curtains willpower kept him on the bed until a sensible hour.
At nine he walked into a beauty salon and asked to go blond. A dare his wife thought him too timid to carry through, he explained. At 10.45 he was buying a pair of unremarkable looking light-sensitive sunglasses to dull the colour of his eyes. Just after eleven he made his purchase of white overalls, safety shoes and tools from a tradesman's store. In the shop next door he bought a baseball cap. Next was a launderette where he washed and spun-dried
