Yeah. They don’t trust anyone. Wyan is the perfect choice to play some kind of old, reclusive, drunk man who looks like he belongs. To make people not notice that he’s an outsider in a town where everybody knows everybody.
“When do we leave?”
“Now. Pray knows I’m dropping off the grid, but there’s only so long I can do that before he wants me back and before I have to show my face to the public since I’m not as much of a recluse anymore. Any arrangements you need to make?”
“I’m notorious for disappearing to go on private, lavish trips where the media can’t find me. I can swing it.”
“Good. Wyan is going to meet us outside the town to drive us in.”
“Do we have a cover?”
“I’m his son, and you’re his new daughter-in-law.”
“Pretending to be some form of couple for a mission is never going to get old for you, is it?” I ask.
“Never.”
“Drama king.”