Rogers it looked like a picture of what she’d had for lunch. But then there had

been a photo of her nearly naked and he had turned away before she caught him

looking.

 

The world really had changed a lot in ten years.

 

There were a few guys in line watching him. He knew what they were doing,

because he was doing the same thing: sizing them up.

 

He could tell these guys were going to test him. Maybe with a fake ID, or a sob

story, or a plan of misdirection to get some buddies into the bar unseen.

 

Rogers popped his neck and then rubbed the back of his head. It had started to

tingle there. That was never a good sign.

 

Do not screw this up. Do not overreact. Do nothing to let them come and get you.

 

Using tools he’d found in the van and some black spray paint and tape, he had

methodically doctored the license plates on the van, changing one letter and one

number. He felt he was good to go there. So now he had to focus on the job at

hand.

 

Finally, the thirty minutes were up and Rogers rose and unhooked the red rope.

“Single file, IDs ready. No problems, no trouble,” he called out in a loud

voice. “Any fake IDs are subject to confiscation at my sole discretion. If you