CHAPTER 50
It was warm in the van. Frost peeled off the linen suit jacket, relishing the feel of air moving through his thin shirt sleeves, wishing he could free his face in the same way. The whole left side of his head itched under the heavy makeup Jamieson had painstakingly applied. She’d be less than pleased with him if he messed it up.
Steadman insisted they each come incognito, leaving their ID at home and using hallmark features that would have people looking in the wrong direction, if it came down to that. Frost had a cubic zirconium stud glued to one earlobe and a gnarly network of burn scars across his left cheek. Jamieson, the costume designer on their team, had completed his makeover with a linen suit and well-styled hair, achieving an urbane appearance that marked him as a hi
