Wills stared at the face in the mirror. “Nice job, darker hair and a thinner face. I don’t look like myself.” His laughter would have made anyone’s skin crawl if he weren't alone. He slipped a deep burgundy t-shirt over his jeans, pulled on leather boots, and strode with confidence out of his motel room to the café across the street.
The pretty waitress smiled at him when he sat at the counter.