Free Kiss Me While I sleep by Linda Howard Page B

She was dressed in a plain dark suit and wore low-heeled black pumps. He thought she looked thin and pale, as if she’d been sick or something.
    She didn’t look left or right, just walked with the rest of the crowd getting off the plane, and went into the first restroom she came to. A steady parade of women came out of the rest-room, but none of them looked like Lily.
    “I’ll be damned,” he said. “Run it again. In slow motion.”
    Murray obligingly set the video back to the beginning. Swain watched her come off the plane carrying a medium-sized black tote, the kind that didn’t stand out because millions of women carried them every day. He focused on the tote, looking for any means of identifying it: a buckle, the way the straps fit, anything. After Lily vanished into the restroom, he looked for that tote coming out. He saw a lot of black bags of all sizes and shapes, but only one looked as if it might be that particular one. It was carried by a six-foot-tall woman whose clothes, hair, makeup all shouted, “Look at me!” But she wasn’t carrying just that tote, she was also hauling around a carry-on bag, and Lily hadn’t had one of those.
    Huh.
    “Run it again,” he said. “From the beginning. I want to see everyone who got off that plane.”
    Murray obliged. Swain studied every face, and particularly noted what bags they carried.
    Then he saw it. “There!” he said, leaning closer to the screen.
    Murray froze the image. “What? She hasn’t come into view yet”
    “No, but look at this woman.” Swain jabbed his finger at the screen. “Look at her carry-on bag. Okay, let’s pay attention to what she does, too.”
    The stylishly dressed woman was several passengers ahead of Lily. She walked straight to the restroom, which wasn’t unusual. A fair number of women from that flight did the same thing. Swain watched the video until the woman left the restroom-without the carry-on bag.
    “Bingo,” he said. “She took the bag in; the clothes for the disguise were in it. Back it up some. There. That’s our girl. She has the bag now.”
    Murray blinked at the fantastic creature on the monitor. “My word,” he said. “Are you certain?”
    “Did you see this particular woman go into the rest-room?”
    “No, but I wasn’t looking for her.” Murray paused. “I could scarcely have missed her, could I?”
    “Not in that get-up.” The feathered earrings alone would pull a second look. From the short red spiky hair to the stiletto boots, that woman was an attention-getter. If Murray hadn’t seen her enter the restroom, it was because she hadn’t. But no wonder Murray‘s men hadn’t seen beneath the disguise; how many people, trying to hide their true self, would invite scrutiny like that?
    “Look at the nose and mouth. That’s her.” Lily’s nose wasn’t exactly hooked, but it was the closest it could get and still be feminine. It was thin but strong, and oddly appealing when paired with that mouth, with the full upper lip.
    “So it is,” Murray said, and shook his head. “I’m off my game, not to have seen it before.”
    “It’s a good disguise. Smart. Okay, let’s see where our Technicolor cowgirl goes.”
    Murray worked the keyboard, pulling up the necessary video to follow Lily’s progress through the airport. She walked for a while, then went into another restroom. And didn’t come back out.
    Swain rubbed his eyes. “Here we go again. Just concentrate on finding those particular bags.”
    Because of the swarm of foot traffic occasionally blocking the camera’s view, they had to watch the tape several times to narrow their list of possibilities down to three women, and track them until they could get a better view. At last they had her, though. She had long black hair now, and was wearing black pants and a black turtleneck. She was shorter, the stiletto boots gone. The sunglasses were different, too, and the feathered earrings had been replaced with gold hoops. She still had those