The Dream Thief by Leann M Rettell

Author:Leann M Rettell [Rettell, Leann M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Falstaff Books
Published: 2019-09-19T06:00:00+00:00

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At eight-thirty the following morning, Malcolm pulled into the visitor’s parking lot of Avient Pharmaceuticals beside Omar’s new BMW I8. It was a gorgeous frozen-gray beauty with scissor doors. Malcolm drooled, knowing what his next purchase would be once all this mess was over. Out of the car, Omar shook his hand, hard and firm. “Barnaby. You clean up nicely.” He looked him over. Age had crept up on Omar; he was nearing his late fifties. His short fat neck disappeared into his silken black suit, making him look like an overlarge toad. His finely curled salt and pepper hair plastered to his forehead with copious amounts of gel, and his customary sheen of sweat trickled down his neck. He stood a little over five feet. Malcolm always half expected the man to croak every time he saw him. Croak in the literal sense of the word—not keel over dead; although with the man’s massive mid-section, that wasn’t out of the question either.

“Omar.”

“I took the liberty of making you some business cards.” He handed over a small stack that Malcolm placed in the fancy wallet he’d purchased last night. “You read my email?”

“Yes. Thank you.” After arriving at his hotel last night, he’d found an encrypted file from Omar. The file detailed Barnaby Hart’s identity. He spent the rest of the evening and the early morning hours studying the file and memorizing the details of his new life and existence—his birthday, who his parents had been, where he’d been born, and where he’d went to school. It was always a tedious process and one that he hadn’t expected nor wanted to be doing again for at least another ten to twenty years. He could keep an identity longer, as long as he kept moving or spent time in remote locations living like a hermit with no one the wiser about his supposed age. He was willing to stretch his luck with the advances of medical technology and sanitation. Humans could look the same in photos for decades, becoming modern-day Dorian Grays. Malcolm could totally pull off the Earl Grey tea argument for why he stayed young for so long, that or plastic surgery and hair dye. Alas, with the new and unexpected turn of events, he had to assume a new identity. Again!

He might not have all the details worked out in his head yet, but he had enough to get through today. The building stood non-conspicuously with only a single sign to the left side of the double glass doors labeling the place Avient Pharmaceuticals. No one would have any clue what occurred inside. It matched the surrounding business district, tucked away in the background. All the buildings looked similar: white stucco, blacked-out windows, square buildings of varying heights. This particular building appeared to be six floors, but Malcolm knew of the sub-terrain floors thanks to the blueprints Omar dredged up.

Malcolm marveled at how no matter the century, lawyers or clergy had no issues transitioning his identities. As if their clients were all nameless, faceless beings anyway.

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