I didn’t have time to put any on before I left, nothing more.”

“Nah, you can’t fool me,” he said. “It’s because you are becoming the real you and you don’t need to paint on who you think you should be.”

Chelsea was glad when they arrived in town, and she pulled in behind the diner. She put the truck in park and undid her seatbelt.

“Enough of this conversation,” she said. “Let’s get down to the business of finding out who Gregory really is.”

They climbed the steps to Chelsea’s apartment and she unlocked the door and let them in.

She go the envelope out of the duffel bag in the closet, and they sat down at the table to survey the contents. There were two passports, each with a different name on t...

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