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Peter
All my senses are on high alert as I approach the café where I’m supposed to be meeting Bonnie Henderson. Since the twins haven’t killed the captured sniper yet, I’ve decided to put her skill with disguises to use, and I look nothing like myself. My stomach is like a barrel, and not only am I freckled with reddish-blond hair, but I’m also sporting a receding hairline and a double chin.
If I had a mother, even she wouldn’t have recognized me.
Thirty-six of Esguerra’s men are positioned all around the restaurant, securing a ten-block radius against snipers and law enforcement officials alike. For now, there doesn’t seem to be any unusual activity happening, but that doesn’t mean anything—which is why Kent and Esguerra are camped out nearby, each with a backup team in case Hender
