Leon’s POV
“I remember a tattoo on his left wrist Aileen” I yelled suddenly. Aileen was a hell of a surprise.
“How did you see it? Which hand? Left or right?” she was curious. I shut my eyes to memorize. He took the beer from his left hand.
“It’s the Left hand, on the wrist I saw,” I said, keeping her back on the seat. The rain was slowing down.
“What was the tattoo you saw? Was that a name or a picture or anything?” I started to drive back to the vehicle.
“It was not a name, it was a picture, but I guess I saw a part of the picture. He quickly took the beer and walked back to the table.” I said.
“How can you be sure you saw only a part of the tattoo?” she asked.
“Because I slightly saw the other part of the picture, but I am unsure what I saw. I mean, I am sure that I didn’t see
