CHAPTER 38
IN ROOM 405, Emmy got ready under Xav’s watchful gaze. She’d waxed every inch of herself, the hair on her head was firmly back under the black wig, and her eyebrows and eyelashes were sealed in place with clear mascara so she didn’t drop any stray hairs. She gave a twirl in a black leather thong and matching demi-cup bra.
“How do I look?”
Xav shrugged. “I’d do you.”
“Careful, don’t be too enthusiastic.”
She pulled on a black blouse and a pair of black pants, then slipped her feet into a pair of thin rubber-soled plimsoles.
“Time?” she asked.
“Half past ten.”
Emmy picked up the lightweight rucksack—also black—from the chair next to the bed and studied the items laid out on the quilt. Paracord, new, in a sealed bag. A blue silk tie. A pair of handcuffs and a cheap folding
