Standing amid a stack of highly dubious outfit selections in the dimly lit motel room were Dante and Raven. Given that Morelli's men were hiding, the disguises had to be strong. However, up until now, they had the following options:
A grandmother's dress with flowers
A jean jacket embellished with beads
"Honk If You Love Trouble" was printed on a trucker hat.
A pair of vivid red high heels
Raven clapped her hands together. "All right. new strategy. We give it our all.
Dante looked up from where he had been searching the lost-and-found. "I'm scared to ask."
She displayed a pair of killer high heels and a sleek, slinky red dress.
Dante's eye moved. "Definitely not."
Raven threw the dress at him with a sly smile and said, "Oh, come on." "You would look amazing."
"I am not wearing a dress."
Raven picked up another, a sequin-adorned, flowing blue number. "All right, but this one would really make you look at it."
Dante massaged his temples. "You're having too much fun with this."
"Hey, you know that Morelli's men are seeking a man and a woman? The best defense against suspicion? She made a dramatic gesture between them.
Dante let out a forceful sigh. "All right."
They left the motel room ten minutes later.
Raven strode forward wearing a business suit that was too tight, a button-up shirt that was obviously missing a few buttons, and dress pants that were two sizes too large. Her use of an eyeliner pencil to draw an ugly fake mustache was the final touch that completed the ensemble.
In the meantime, Dante, wearing a tight red dress and matching high heels, was as elegant as a newborn deer.
"This is the worst idea you've ever had," Dante muttered, stumbling a little.
Raven smiled and adjusted her fake mustache. "You say that as if I don't have any worse ones planned."
Dante almost fell face-first after taking a single step forward.
Grasping the wall for dear life, he yelled, "How the hell do you walk in these?"
"You don't." Raven gave a shrug. "You glide."
"I hope I'm shot first by Morelli's men."
Raven snorted with laughter.
They eventually arrived at the parking lot after far too much battling.
Raven gestured toward an ancient, dusty sedan. "That one."
Dante shook his head while continuing to balance in the high heels. "No. I didn't go through all of this just to drive what appears to be my accountant's vehicle.
He gestured toward a sporty black sports car.
Raven's eyes glowed. "Dante."
"Yes?"
"I retract all of my insults directed at you."
Dante floored it after picking the lock and hot-wiring the engine. They stepped out onto the street as the car roared to life.
Still in the baggy suit, Raven kicked her feet up on the dashboard. "This is something we will never get over."
Dante sighed as he clutched the wheel in his pilfered dress and high heels. "I detest everything."
Raven grinned. "Oh, hurry up. Recognize it. You feel strong.
Dante remained silent. He didn't deny it, though.