The next morning, Bella got herself ready carefully. She told the bodyguard that she wanted to go shopping, and the driver dutifully dropped her off at the mall. Of course, she knew there were hidden guards watching her every move, but she had planned for that.
Inside the mall, she slipped into her disguise. She had brought her wig, shoes, and a perfume she had used last time, and in the mall she bought a new set of clothes. When she changed, the mirror reflected not Bella Moretti but Isaac, the boyish hacker. She wore a light green sweatshirt, crisp white pants, and clean sneakers. Her dark, fluffy hair framed her face in a floppy, casual style that made her look like a cute young man.
"Perfect," she whispered, adjusting her wig with a grin.
