"Yeah, I'll make for the door, just follow me in a couple minutes," Jim whispered, "we don't want her to get suspicious"; then, speaking louder, "No, I can find my own way home."
Bruder, Jim thought as he made his way out the door, you're on your own. He called a taxi on his cell, telling it to meet him a few blocks away. At the apartment, he ripped off the disguise and quickly changed back into fresh jeans and a shirt and jacket. He raided his stash of money from his odd jobs, leaving all his other possessions as he walked out the door to the waiting cab. Best to be getting out of town anyway, with the fuzz onto me and all.
A little later, he was seated at the airport bar with a headache, a stiff drink and a plane ticket to god knows where...