Chapter Nine: Lock-picking
Tom stood at the arrivals meeting area scanning the exiting passengers with suppressed excitement, though it was hard to tell from merely looking at him. He’d considered wearing his disguise, but had decided against it. He was going to be straight with Melissa. Any hint of subterfuge would be detrimental to the whole exercise, and to any hopes of a relationship. He couldn’t afford to screw up this time. She’d never trust him again if he did.
The back of his neck prickled again. He refrained from covering his neck in reflex. He’d spotted his watcher almost at once—Struan’s girl. Tom had hesitated then, wondering if he should leave and prevent them from identifying Melissa. He’d hoped for a little more time before they’d located him. But here they were, and Melis
