“OKAY, WHAT’S GOING on?” I asked.
“I’ll explain on the way,” Jessica said.
I walked through the door and into the hall.
Jessica smiled as I passed her. “You look even cuter with a haircut,” she said before looking back at Anson. “We’ll fill you in.”
Jessica and I walked back to the office and found Deidra and Vargas standing near Deidra’s desk.
“There you are,” she said as she examined my haircut. “It looks good.”
“Thanks,” I said.
She handed me two sheets of paper. “Here, memorize this. It’s your new identity. Your fight’s been moved up an hour, so we’re gonna have to move.”
“I’ll go change my clothes,” Vargas said on his way toward the door.
I looked at the document and saw a picture of me with the name Anthony White next to it. Apparently, I grew up in Connecticut as a troubled
