Murphy's POV
This town is an absolute nightmare! I ventured to the local salon today for my makeover, and while the results were passable, the place reeked of small-town mediocrity. I need to escape this backwater dump as soon as possible.
I strutted into our hideout, the pathetic excuse for accommodation my father had arranged. "Irina, can you shut that kid up? His screaming is audible from the street," I complained, tossing my purse onto the worn sofa. "So? What do you think?" I twirled, showcasing my fresh hairstyle.
"It's identical to Kyra's," Irina observed with a frown. "But I told you not to go out!"
"That was precisely the goal," I replied with a smirk. "When Morris sees me looking like his New Fisher fling, he'll be completely obsessed. Besides, nobody knows who I am here."
Irina glared at the toddler who was red-faced from crying. "This child never stops. He was so much quieter when we first grabbed him."
