'Richard' showed up promptly like the easygoing professional he was, suspecting nothing. 'Gwen's' cover was solid, and he showed up with his tools in hand expecting just another bit of work that would help pay for his hiding for a bit longer.

He didn't look much like a cop anymore. He'd kept himself in great shape of course, but he was still closing in on sixty after a hard life and looked it. In his work jeans and short-sleeved shirt, he looked more like a blue-collar worker nearing retirement than a commando. Of course, that was the point.

"Hi, Gwen." He had an easy smile that was as fake as most everything else. "Richard Walsh, I'm here about the pipe."