Chapter 42 - ReconnoiteringWearing a pair of faded jeans, T-shirt and a heavy flannel shirt, Bill stood alongside his new rental—a blue and white Range Rover—in a pull-off area on Rampart Range Road. He had returned to his motel on foot, changed his clothes and the rental people drove up to the front of the motel with his new wheels. He wanted to look as though he belonged out here in Colorado, and not like he was going to work in some high-rise office building in Denver—or worse, like a tourist. In fact, to rough himself up a tad more, he hadn't shaved, and left his hair uncombed. Now a gentle wind whipped his hair and it fell into his eyes. It was a chilly day in the mountains, but it wasn't as bad as it could be. He gazed across to Pikes Peak and noted the snow on top. It reminded him o
