Chapter 231: Killam

Monday. National Mall. Washington, DC.

KILLAM HAD WORN A lot of disguises over the years. It came with the job. Most weren't all that impressive. Just something to alter his appearance slightly. None of that came close to strolling around a crowded lawn dressed up as though he were the worst nightmare in Friday the 13th.

At least he and Ivy were armed with guns. Something tangible.

He glanced down at her and couldn't help but smile.

She'd had a lightweight maroon hoodie in the bag she'd brought with her. With the hood up to hide her blonde hair and the mask, she was invisible. Just another person out taking in the day.

The Mall had only been officially open for an hour, but people had begun gathering much earlier. The carnival was open and lines had formed.

He and Ivy had walked the perimeter there first, but the only vehicles around it belonged to the crew or police.

Killam eyed a lone man, his face mostly covered by paint.