Really, Beckett just should have smashed the damn camera and been done with it. She really didn't get why he needed a picture anyway. She got back in the car, just glad that he had decided he wasn't going to drive. There was no way that she was letting him drive.
"People don't even know who you are here. Your books are called Bob Fortress books or something, and I'm sure Nikki Heat is now Nicole Flame or some weird.. crap like that." Not that she'd look. Because she hadn't. Ahem. "So you know.. unless you replaced yourself. You might have replaced some new person who doesn't even write."
Or worse. He could actually be a cop.
Oh god she didn't think of that. "Check your pockets. You have a new ID and it tells you where you live and where you work."