Ella waited to hear what Gus’s plan might be. She had a feeling he had something up his sleeve, which shouldn’t have been a surprise considering how useful he’d been already.
“Why not Domazlice?” he asked with a shrug. “I have a friend from my childhood who lives there who might be able to help us. It’s a much less likely place for them to be looking than a bigger city like Budapest.”
“But won’t it be harder to blend in, too?” Rome asked, his tone not conveying he was opposed to the idea, just that he was thinking aloud.
“The beautiful thing is that my friend is a master of disguise,” Gus said. “He used to be an undercover investigator for Interpol, but he is retired now.”
Ella’s forehead crinkled. “How old is your friend?”
“He’s much older than us,” Gus said. “He used to be my neighbor when I was a schoolboy, and I would go over every day and let him rearrange my face.”
