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I stepped in the apartment.

“How do you always know when something’s wrong?”

“How long have I been your father?”

“Don’t remind me,” I said. “I’ve got a problem, and I thought you might be able to help me solve it.”

“What’s that, dear?”

“I need to sneak into a building unrecognized.”

He tilted his head to the side as he studied me.

“You sure everything is okay? You can talk to me.”

“I know, Dad. Everything’s fine. It’s just… for my job.”

I hated lying to him, but he didn’t need to know the FBI was after me. Some things were better left unsaid.

“Well, you need a good disguise.”

“Like a mask or something? Maybe a wig?”

He laughed.

“If you want to look conspicuous, that will work, but if you want to blend in, you’ll need to work on it more. Lucky for you, I can help.”

It was my turn for me to tilt my head in curiosity.

“When did you become such an expert at disguise?”

“It’s been helpful in my career.”

“As a traveling salesman?”

“Yes, dear, as a traveling salesman.”

We made eye contact for a few seconds. I looked away first, not ready to push him about his past. I needed to get to Cooper and convince him to agree to being in my story on the smuggling operation.

A few minutes later, he had me sitting on the toilet seat as he straightened a blonde-haired wig on my head. I struggled like a schoolkid.

“Hold on,” he said. “Let’s accentuate your eyebrows and make you look foreign.”

“No!” I said.

He stepped back and peered at me down his long, thin nose.

“No?”

“I mean, it’s fine. As long as I look different.”

“That’s better,” he said, going back to work.

“How did you learn this?” I asked to change the subject.

“Oh, don’t worry about it right now, dear. Let’s finish your make-up.”

Forty-two minutes later, I looked like an entirely different person. When I saw my reflection in the mirror, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me.

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