Chapter 21
Five months later
The desk clerk finished filling out the needed information, gave back Mark’s credit card, and said, “Thank you for staying with us, Mr Connley. Enjoy your visit.”
“I’m sure we will,” Mark replied, putting the card back in his wallet before picking up his bag. Then he and Paul headed to the elevator.
“You okay?” Paul asked quietly.
Mark nodded, trying to relax. They were back in New York, at his insistence. If he was ever going to be able to accept no one would recognize him, this was the place to find that out for certain.
To all intents and purposes, he was supposed to be dead. Soon after the battle at the safe house, there had been another interesting story on the news. It seemed the body of a ‘well known fashion model who had been kidnapped by fanatica
