My hand pauses on its way to my bag, and I blink.
Why do I have to call Tony?
He thinks I'm at the bar with Norman.
My eyes narrow, and I pat my pocket, which has at least a couple of hundred dollars. There's a lot that can be done with a hundred dollars.
I get to my feet.
The night is still young, and for the first time in years, there is no one watching over my shoulder.
My smile broadens.
*** **
My silver hair is easily recognizable, so if I want to enjoy myself, I need to first disguise myself.
The woman staring back at me in the salon chair is unrecognizable. Her hair is midnight black, and her icy blue eyes are filled with childish excitement.
“Now, don’t you look fine, honey?” The woman fixing up the wig sighs. “Although, your natural silver is so rare and gorgeous. I don’
