Chapter 4
Dressed in a worn hoodie and pants which had definitely seen better days—over the clothes he’d been wearing when he’d left the hotel for the last time—Dylan cautiously approached the smallest of the IE Global buildings. When he’d asked why two layers of clothes, Mars has said, “Think about it. You’re trying to disguise yourself, but would the kind of man you used to be really want to wear something you dug out of a dumpster next to your skin?”
Dylan grimaced. “Probably—no definitely not.” He’d finger-combed his hair before they left the cabin, and hadn’t shaved, giving him the ‘I’ve been living on the streets’ look necessary to back up what he was going to tell Mr. Webb.
While he and Dylan were eating breakfast, Mars called the company to make certain Webb was there. When they
