perfect and nearly catlike in his ability to see in the dark.

 

He’d also bought some hair clippers and a razor. The beard was now gone and so

was all his hair. He’d even taken off the peach fuzz on his scalp and his

eyebrows.

 

When he looked at himself in the mirror Rogers could barely recognize the image.

He hoped the effect on others, in particular law enforcement, would be even more

pronounced.

 

The scar on the back left side of his head was now visible. It was easier to

feel now every time he rubbed it.

 

He had a couple hundred dollars left and still quite a ways to go.

 

He stopped for supper at a diner and ate at the counter, keeping all the

goings-on behind him in full view by virtue of the large mirror hanging on the

wall in front of him.

 

Two police officers came in and sat at a booth not that far from him. He tugged

down his cap and focused on his meal and the newspaper in front of him.

 

The world had changed some in ten years. But in many ways it hadn’t changed at

all.