“You look marvelous,” Charles said. “Not that you don’t always look marvelous.”
“Good recovery,” Annie teased.
“Right.” He cleared his throat. “We need to take your photos. Who’s first?”
Annie offered and stepped in front of a pale blue screen. Fergus snapped the camera several times. “You can have your pick.”
Next up was Myra, whose hair faded into the background. “Hang on. Let me adjust the setting,” he said, as he turned it into a slightly different shade of blue, all within legal requirements.
Within a few minutes, the photos were incorporated into the new passports and licenses. Charles meticulously checked each one, then handed them over.
“Fantastic! I just might do my hair this way permanently,” Annie said, admiring her photo. “Now, how do you want to manage the travel plans?”
“It’s entirely up to you.” Myra replied.
“I’d say we could fly to Florida together and then I’ll head to Arizona, but that would take too long.”
“I can fly commercial,” Myra said quickly. “I’ll make a reservation.”
“Okay. Good. I’ll keep the plane in Arizona. Once we’ve accomplished what we want, I’ll fly to Florida, where we can finish,” Annie suggested.
“You think we’ll get Arizona sorted first?” Charles asked.
“We already have some sneakers on the ground there. Myra is going to have to do some poking around.”
“Izzie will be working alongside Regina. That might help move the process along,” Fergus reminded them.
“As usual, we can see what happens. Whatever we need to do, we shall do it!” Myra chimed in.
The following day, Izzie and Yoko headed for Florida. They would report to work the day after. Kathryn left her rig at one of the truck stops she frequented when she was in the Southwest. From there, she rented a car for the rest of her journey to Tempe.
Chapter Thirteen
“Places, Everyone!”
Pensacola, Florida
The Arrivals
Administration Office
Izzie pulled in front of the security gate. “Good morning. I have an appointment with Edith Clayton,” she said, handing her phony driver’s license to the security guard. He studied it briefly and then picked up the phone and punched in a number.
“An Isabel Flanders is here to see you.” The man nodded, then handed Izzie’s fake license back to her. “You can park in the visitor spot by the main entrance.”
“Thanks!” Izzie smiled and drove down the long, beautifully landscaped road. “Wow. Yoko is going to have a field day here.” She pulled into the parking space and walked into the opulent lobby. A stunning cascading waterwall was the focal point. Her architectural skills were immediately impressed. A long, polished marble counter was to her left, some plush lounge chairs to her right. She walked over to a young woman behind the counter.
“Good morning. I am here to see Edith Clayton. I’m Izzie Flanders.”
“Hello, Ms. Flanders. I’ll let her know you’re here.” The pleasant woman picked up the desk phone and announced Izzie’s arrival. “She will be right with you.”
A few minutes later, a stern-looking woman emerged from a door to the side of the counter. “Ms. Flanders?”
Izzie smiled her best smile. “Yes. It’s nice to meet you.” She held out her hand, but Mrs. Clayton already had her back turned.
“Follow me,” she said in a gruff voice.
Izzie couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the woman behind the counter, who stifled a giggle.
