Chapter 42
- Julian stared at the vague sketch of a burly man with neon green spiky hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times, a huge gash marring his bald head.
- "This was what she remembered?" he asked, scrunching up his nose.
- "Yes, sir," Philip replied. "According to her, there was one time where the blindfold had ridden high on her face, enabling her to see a little bit before she was discovered."