Skyler stood in the third store of the morning holding a list that made progressively less sense with each item he crossed off.
Green sequin outer coat.
Masquerade mask.
Red lipstick.
Eyeliner.
Highlighter.
Wig.
Individually, none of the items were strange.
Together, however, they looked like the shopping list of a mentally unstable nightclub magician.
The coat had been the worst part of it.
He had gone through three different stores and encountered two deeply confused staff members. One woman had looked at him with genuine concern before suggesting he try the costume district on the east side.
He eventually found the coat in a vintage shop run by a man who asked absolutely no questions, which Skyler appreciated more than he could express.
The remaining items had been easy enough.
Now only the wig remained.
He parked near the main street and walked into the local market.
