I followed the man.
Something had changed.
I noticed that the color of his hair changed; he had dyed his hair dirty blond. However, wherever the man went, I would recognize his figure and his movements. The man must be tired of disguising himself, so now he was trying to change his appearance. In the eyes of many, accurate recognition must be significantly difficult, but after weeks and days of following his tracks and activities, I could still identify the man.
The features of his face and the prominent jaw; they couldn't trick me. He wore thick glasses too. He must have thought that after the alteration was made, he could hide and stay out in the open. I smirked at the foolishness.
My phone rang.
"Reacher," I answered without checking the ID of the caller.
"How are things g
