Chapter 20: The Car He Shouldn’t Have Landed On
Micah slipped into a deserted restroom, his breath slightly uneven from the effort of maneuvering through the maze-like venue without drawing attention. The cool air freshener greeted him as he locked the door behind him.
He shrugged off his coat and lessened his tie, tossing them onto the sink counter. His finger made quick work of the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing the base of his throat.
Then, he unfastened his trousers and set them aside. Grabbing the sleek black pants that he had stolen from the waiter’s lounge, he slipped them on.
To ease his guilt, he had left more money in the waiter’s locker than the pants were worth.
The smooth fabric hung loosely on his legs, transforming his formal attire into something more unnoticeable.
Micah reached into his coat’s pocket and pulled out a small spray can. With a few sprays, his striking white hair darkened to a deep black.
Then, he removed his glasses and washed his hands thoroughly before picking up the small box, he put his lenses on with practised ease.
Once he was done, he leaned toward the mirror, studying his reflection.
He looked less like the spoiled young master of the Ramsy family and more like a waiter. Perfect.
With a final glance at his disguise, he turned and strode out of the restroom. He moved toward the back door exit, but as soon as he got close, his hopes of slipping away unnoticed were crushed. Two security guards were standing there, making it impossible to walk past them unnoticed.
He tried two other doors, but they were all the same.