Chapter 17May 6, 2016
Lee began his day at 5:00 a.m., with coffee at the almost empty diner. After finishing his second cup at a small, wobbly table near the rear of the restaurant, he took a third cup and a jelly donut for the road and drove in the direction of David Carter's place to wait for something to happen. The morning was damp and chilly. He wore a faded gray sweatshirt without markings, black pants, and black slip-ons, the art of blending in and remaining unnoticed never far from his thoughts. He was all about blending into crowds and being entirely unmemorable. He was confident from years of practice that 95 percent of the people who saw him would have no recollection that he was ever there, and the remaining 5 percent would be unable to provide any meaningful description.
Lee
