SALEM

"You look familiar." The bartender behind the desk called my attention as she slids me a tray of Château Margaux 2009 across the counter.

I didn't panic, There was no need but I was surprised that someone could finally see through my disguise. I literally looked like a different person and somehow, she could see through it. The receptionist held her phone in her grasp as she looked at the her phone and back at me.

Once. Twice. A third time. My pulse stayed steady, but my hand inched subtly toward my apron. My fingers brushed against the cool metal of the gun tucked inside. Just in case.

"You...