Fairly hot, in a rugged hillbilly, Cabelis sorta way. She looked for cauliflower ears for proof of cage fighting adeptness but found his ears regularly shaped and clean of oil and grime. He was clean all over, actually. His nose was slightly crooked from a possible left jab, though. He kept his eyes on her the entire time they were walking over to him. Hmm. Now why would he do that? Checking her out for concealed weapons? “Hi, Joe. Long time no see.” Mr. Neat as a Pin glanced at Joe and then quickly returned his gaze to her. He must find her downright fascinatin’ or want to sell her a fourth gun, probably at twenty percent off with a free box of ammo thrown in to sweeten the deal. “Hey there, Patrick. How you doin’?” “Who’s your lady friend?” Huh? She couldn’t ever remember being called a lady friend before, thank goodness. That was almost as bad as lovely. Hillbilly-ese for girlfriend, maybe? Somehow that didn’t compute. “My name is Claire Morgan, Mr. Parker. I’m a homicide detective from Canton County and I’d like to have a word with you.”
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