C42 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