RORY SAT LOADING THE two magazines he had picked up for the Glock. It had come with two 10-round magazines but he now had two that held 17 rounds each. The extra capacity could come in handy.
The door to the bathroom opened and Holly walked out. She now had on a black blouse, to replace the one that had taken the bullet damage, and the black wig that settled around her shoulders. Instead of blue, her eyes were hazel.
Rory burst out in laughter as she stopped at the end of the sofa.
Holly put her hands on her hips, an amused grin on her protruding lips.
He had forgotten about the set of teeth the clerk had recommended as well. Holly had a fuller mouth, edging towards a set of buck-teeth.
She slipped them out, wiping them on her blue-jeans and slipping them into the pocket of the blouse
