“Is there a problem, LuAnn?” Jackson asked sharply.
She shook her head, quickly signed the documents, and handed them back. Jackson took the documents and slid open a compartment in the console of the limo.
LuAnn heard Jackson make some tapping sounds and a loud screech ensued and then stopped.
Jackson said, “Faxes are wonderful things especially when time is of the essence. Within ten minutes the funds will be wired into my account.” He picked the papers up as they slid out of the machine and placed them back into his briefcase.
“Your bags are in the trunk. I have your plane tickets and hotel reservations with me. I have planned your itinerary out for the first twelve months. It will be a great deal of travel; however, I think the scenery will be pleasant enough. I have honored your request to travel to Sweden, the land of your maternal ancestors. Think of it all as an extremely long vacation. I may have you end up in Monaco. They have no personal income tax. However, out of an abundance of caution I’m putting together and thoroughly documenting an intricate cover story for you. In sum, you left the States as a very young girl. You met and married a wealthy foreign national. The money will all be his, as far as the IRS is concerned. You see? The funds will be kept only in foreign banks and offshore accounts. U.S. banks have stringent reporting requirements to the IRS. None of your money will ever, ever be kept in the United States. However, keep in mind that you will be traveling under a United States passport as a United States citizen. Some accounts of your wealth may well trickle back here. We have to be prepared for that. However, if the money is all your husband’s, who is not an American citizen, who does not reside at any time in this country, who earns no income directly in America, or from investments or business endeavors connected to this country, then, generally speaking, the IRS cannot touch you. I won’t bore you with the complex tax rules having to do with U.S. source income such as interest on bonds issued by U.S. concerns, dividends paid by U.S. corporations, other transactions and sales of property having some tangible connection to the United States that could trip up the unwary. My people will take care of all that. Believe me when I say it won’t be a problem.”
LuAnn reached out for the tickets.
“Not quite yet, LuAnn, we have some steps to take. The police,” he said pointedly.
“I took care of that.”
“Oh, did you now?” His tone was one of amusement. “Well, I would be very surprised if New York’s Finest weren’t stationing themselves at every airport, bus, and train station right this very minute. Since you’re a felon fleeing across state lines, they’ve probably called the FBI in as well. They’re sharp. It’s not like they’ll be waiting patiently at your hotel for you to show up.” He looked out the window of the limo. “We have some preparations to take care of. It’ll give the police additional time to set up their net; however, it’s a trade-off we have to make.”
As Jackson was talking, LuAnn felt the limo slow down and then stop. Then she heard a long, slow clanking sound, as though a door were being raised. When it stopped, the limo pulled through and then stopped again.
The limo phone rang and Jackson quickly answered it. He listened for a few moments and then hung up. “Confirmation that the hundred million dollars has been received; though it’s after regular banking hours, I’d had special arrangements in place. Omniscience is such a rewarding gift.”
He patted the seat. “Now I need you to sit next to me. First, close your eyes and then give me your hand so I can guide you,” Jackson said, reaching for it out of the darkness.
“Why do I have to close my eyes?”
“Indulge me, LuAnn. I can’t resist a little drama in life, particularly since it’s so rare. I can assure you that what I’m about to do will be absolutely essential to your safely evading the police and starting your new life.”
LuAnn started to question him again but then thought better of it. She took his hand and closed her eyes.
He settled her down beside him. She could feel a light shine down on her features. She jerked as she felt the scissors cut into her hair. Jackson’s breath was right next to her ear. “I would advise you not to do that again. It’s hard enough to do this in such a small space with limited time and equipment. I wouldn’t want to do you serious damage.” Jackson continued cutting until her hair stopped just above her ears. He periodically stuffed the cut hair into a large trash bag. A wet substance was continually run through the remaining strands and then it quickly hardened almost like concrete. Jackson used a styling brush to manipulate the remaining strands into place.
Jackson next clamped a portable mirror surrounded by nonheating light bulbs to the edge of the limo’s console. Ordinarily, with the nose job he was going to perform, he would employ two mirrors to test profile constantly; however, he didn’t have that luxury sitting in a limo in a Manhattan underground parking garage. He opened up his kit, a ten-tray case filled with makeup supplies and a myriad of tools with which to apply them and then set to work. She felt his nimble fingers flying over her face. He blocked out her eyebrows with Kryolan’s eyebrow plastic, covered them with a sealer, dressed the area with a creme stick, and then powdered it. Then he created totally new ones using a small brush. He thoroughly cleansed the lower part of her face with rubbing alcohol. He applied spirit gum to her nose, and let it dry. While it did so, he applied K-Y lubricating jelly to his fingers so the putty he was going to use wouldn’t stick to them. He let the putty heat up in his hand, and then commenced applying the malleable substance to her nose, methodically kneading and pressing until a satisfactory shape was created.“Your nose is long and straight, LuAnn, classic, really. However, a little putty, a little shadowing and highlighting and, voilà, we have a thick, crooked piece of cartilage that isn’t nearly as becoming. However, it’s only temporary. Everyone, after all, is only temporary.” He chuckled lightly at this philosophical statement as he went through the process of stippling the putty with a black stipple sponge, powdering the surface, stippling in a foundation color, and adding rouge to the nares to give a natural appearance. Using subtle shadowing and highlights, he made LuAnn’s eyes seem closer together, and made her chin and jawline seem less prominent with the aid of powders and creams. Rouge was placed skillfully on the cheekbones to lessen their impact on her overall appearance.
She felt him gently examining the wound on her jaw. “Nasty cut. Souvenir from your trailer experience?” When LuAnn didn’t answer, he said, “You know this will require some stitching. Even with that, it’s deep enough that it probably will scar. Don’t worry, after I’m done, it will be invisible. But eventually, you may want to consider plastic surgery.” He chuckled again and added, “In my professional opinion.”
Next, Jackson carefully painted her lips. “A little thinner, I’m afraid, than the classical model, LuAnn. You may want to consider collagen at some point.”
It was all LuAnn could do not to jump up and run screaming from him. She had no idea what she was going to look like; it was as though he were some mad scientist bringing her back from the dead.
“I’m stippling in freckles now, along the forehead, around the nose and cheeks. If I had time, I’d do your hands as well, but I don’t. No one would notice anyway, most people are so unobservant.” He spread open the collar of her shirt and applied foundation and stippling around her neck. Then he buttoned her shirt up, repacked his equipment, and guided her back to her seat.
“There’s a small mirror in the compartment next to you,” Jackson informed her.
LuAnn slowly pulled out the mirror and held it up in front of her face. She gasped. Looking back at her was a redheaded woman with short, spiky hair, a very light, almost albino complexion, and an abundance of freckles. Her eyes were smaller and closer together, her chin and jawline less prominent, the cheeks flat and oval. Her lips were a deep red and made her mouth look huge. Her nose was much broader and bore a distinctive curve to the right. Her dark eyebrows were now tinted a much lighter color. She was completely unrecognizable to herself.