Chapter 4The mirror reflected back an image that was not his own. Finch stared for a few long moments and allowed the differences to sink in. Gone was his dark, swept back hair, replaced with a much lighter shade of brown, cut short on top and cropped neatly around the neck. Matching his new hair colour was a well-trimmed goatee beard. The transformation didn't stop there; his chin seemed sharper, more defined. The small prominent bridge of his nose had also been altered. The thing he found the hardest to get over was the change in eye colour. The once arresting ice-blue eyes he'd sported for the past thirty-one years were no more. The ones staring back at him were brown; they matched his new features well. Finch was confident he could pass any one of his old Secret Service team in the str
