Chapter 233: Melody

Friday. Ibiza Town, Ibiza.

MELODY WASN'T A FAN of wigs. At best they were itchy and hot, especially with her long hair to contend with. She liked wearing one even less in the tropical heat. But necessity dictated that her appearance needed to be as far from what was expected as possible. So she'd donned the blonde wig with its chunky bangs, sunglasses and too bright lipstick.

Spy craft wasn't something she'd learned much about as a cop. Her specialty was in hostage negotiations. Once she'd achieved that level her time as a beat cop was over. But spy craft was a large part of their job and it was of the areas she was most intrigued by. Given that one of their chief operations officers was a former Mossad spy, Melody knew she was learning from the best. One of the rules she'd been taught was that the goal was never to just change clothes. If she went from wearing a dress to jeans and a T-shirt, she still looked like herself. The challenge was in changing roles. Shape. Take the exp