8
Alice brewed a cup of coffee with water from her bathroom sink. She had awakened feeling guilty about how much time she wasted the day before.
She would start looking at photos even before breakfast. She felt slightly hungry, but she needed answers more.
Who was the man in the bookstore? The one who had stabbed the investigator Gina and then attacked Alice with the same knife?
Black hair. Glasses. She had to imagine him without the glasses. Hefty build. Maybe five-ten, around two hundred twenty pounds.
Age? Early thirties, maybe.
Hairy arms. She had noticed that but forgotten until now. Clean shaven, but with that kind of latent facial hair that probably started coming back in by the end of the day.
Teeth? Nothing noteworthy. Clothes? Black jacket, maybe.
I should be better than
