One of her personal guards is standing ready holding open the driver door of a 1956 powder blue Cadillac sedan Deville. One of them, holding open the passenger door for Christa. Behind them, Christa catches a glimpse of a girl climbing into the black SUV who she could swear was Cat’s double.
They slide into the car with its pristine white interior and Cat puts on a pair of driving gloves and some old-fashioned huge sunglasses. It's a totally different look from what anyone would expect from her. She takes a deep breath.
“Don’t you just love the smell of the fifties?” She smiles and puts the car into gear, pulling out of the warehouse from an exit I’ve never seen.
The SUV drives off into the normal exit the surveillance teams know about. So, this is how she has been doing it! How she ha
