Christopher Chance is The Human Target, a man who lives other people's lives in order to save them. If you've got a price on your head he'll assume your identity just long enough to take out any striking hitman.
So lost is he in his work now that he has to use his not inconsiderable skills of impersonation - and a lot of prosthetics - to even look like Christopher Chance, because underneath it all he now has the face and wife of dead Frank White (see volume one).
Here he stumbles on a man who faked his own death in the chaos of September 11th, but who now wants his life back, his wife back, and to expose his old employers as the fraudsters they are. Messy. Chance is then persuaded to investigate the suicide of a baseball player who was being blackmailed into throwing games by high-stakes gamblers. To this end he has to take the identity of another baseball player, and although Chris is a crack actor, he's never swung a bat in his life.
Complicating things even further he's then persuaded into looking like Charlie Rivers who's posing as John Charles and thinks Christopher Chance is actually Molloy, an active terrorist left-over from The Weathermen cell. Chance's mission? Catch Molloy!
Yes, that is the sound of your brain shutting down. In terms of ingenuity of plot and slights of hand, this is one of the cleverest books on the market recommended to all fans of 100 BULLETS, THE KILLER and CRIMINAL. The final issue here played me for a fool. It's a sly and subtle short in which Jim Grace escapes from prison, and Christopher agrees to buy him five days of freedom by keeping the cops chasing the wrong man while Jim gets some conjugal. And some extra-marital. And then some more. Guess prison makes you horny, eh? You have just been misdirected.
Bonus: art lesson from Cliff Chiang in the back.