"Squirrel" was also working on his disguise. He removed the brown colored contact lens, revealing his original eye color, and combed his hair back, changing his hairstyle.
While waiting at the red light, "Squirrel" glanced at Grey Wolf through the rearview mirror.
"Boss," he said, "why didn't you tell him his last words?"
Grey Wolf stuffed the clothes he had changed out of into a plastic bag and zipped it up.
"Tell him what?"
"Tell him who wants to kill him."
Grey Wolf looked out the car window.
The streets of Zurich were absurdly clean, with trams dinging past, filled with people heading to work.
A little girl in a school uniform rode her bike past the car, her basket filled with books and a baguette.
"Everyone else will know," Grey Wolf said, "except him."
When the light turned green, "Squirrel" hit the gas and drove toward the airport.
At 8:45, the trio arrived at Zurich Airport.
