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Kurt Harrow inspected himself in the mirror as he shaved his face. He ran his fingers over his damp cheeks to feel for stubble. A beard might have made for a good disguise, but he liked the feel of being clean shaven.
Besides, the best disguise was to hide in plain sight.
No one of consequence knew what he looked like. Not now that Sam Woods was dead. Even if Sam had still lived, Kurt doubted the other man would have recognized him.
He felt a faint twinge of regret. Sam had been his best friend—his only friend. But he had known for a long time that Sam’s days were numbered. If he was being honest with himself, he probably should have killed Sam long ago. Instead, he had waited until Kira had somehow managed to find a trail that led her to Redcliffe.
He knew he had allowed the memor
