CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
At a thrift shop near her apartment, Avery found a pair of baggy, fly-away green pants that were way too big for her body. She bought them, along with an oversized denim shirt, a floppy gray hat, and a pair of old shoes. The outfit couldn’t have been less appealing, but it was perfect. She dressed at home and even came up with a shuffle walk to accompany her old-person, drunken persona.
She rubbed some alcohol from her liquor cabinet in her palms and used it as perfume on her neck and clothes. The gun was in her holster under the denim shirt. Her ankle-knife was in place. Her phone was put on mute and the walkie-talkie on low.
At the mirror on her way out, she couldn’t even recognize herself. The hat was down, her hair jutted out on both sides, and the clothing fit th
