Chapter 22Naked, Kael stood in front of the mirror over the sink, carefully gluing a short but full light brown beard and mustache to his face. He had wondered if a wig might also be a good idea, but wigs tended to look like wigs, so he settled on the beard alone.
He had bathed by scrubbing himself all over with the loofah, no soap. Even unscented soaps smelled of something, and since smell was one of the rudimentary senses, it had the ability to unlock even the deepest memories, and he didn’t want to take any risks.
In the bedroom, he dressed in the dark gray, very smart but casual suit he had bought earlier in the day, and a simple dark shirt and tie, also new. Colombia was a very class-conscious society, and dressing as well as you could afford was important if you wanted to be taken
