12 Chapter 12

“What happened with you?”

Mars shrugged. “Maybe, someday, I’ll tell you. When—”

Alastair rapped his knuckles on the side table to get their attention. “As I was saying, Dylan was asking about changing his appearance. I’m sure he’d like to ASAP, since it’s possible Mr. Samson’s confederates may be looking for him.”

“Which of course,” Mars said, “made you think we could use that to our advantage.”

“The thought did pass my mind.” Alastair looked at Dylan. “If we decide to, it would mean holding off on your make-over.”

Dylan got the picture. “You want to use me as a decoy of some sort. What’s to stop the cops from finding me before they do?”

“Good planning.”

“And if I don’t agree?” Dylan asked quietly. He figured he would. He owed it to Alastair and Mars for saving him. Still, he wanted to know if they’d put pressure on him to comply.