There was a writing pad, like the kind reporters use when they're getting a story, a Graflex Pacemaker Crown Graphic camera, like the kind magazine photographers use, and a curly black wig and a bushy black moustache, like the kind someone uses when they don't want to be recognized.
"Please tell me the wig and moustache are for you," Mason said without much hope in his voice.
I shook my head, "I'm not the one they might have seen in Riot At Reform School or any of the other subpar films you've been in."
"I'm not wearing that stuff. Nope."