The next evening, Tom picked Roxanne up in a pick-up truck. “I see I'm not the only one who can do disguises," she said to Tom, as she hoisted herself in the passenger seat.
“I use this from time to time. I don't want anyone to notice the other car."
“Sure," Roxanne said, offering Tom a piece of gum from her bag. Tom waved his hand, indicating he didn't want a piece.
“I find it a disgusting habit, chomping away," Tom gnashed his teeth together, imitating an annoying gum chewer.
Roxanne rolled her eyes. “I'll just chew mine daintily," she said. “At least it's better than smoking. Anyway, I do it when I'm nervous."
They arrived at a vacant lot a half mile from the back of building they were checking out. Tom parked the truck at the bottom of a hill, and they walked toward the top in ord
