I FOUND THIS AND I AM NOW POSTING IT ON THE INTERNETS. From the WIP, which is undergoing a title change.
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They don't have to spell it out for me. The hoodlum had, of course, matched Johnny's description. I gaze into my water, wondering how Johnny would be described in a police report.
Medium height, medium build, medium brown hair. He isn't perfectly average, though. He has a slightly crooked nose, an angular bone structure, a closed, sometimes bent stance. His mouth is forever downturned, even when he smiles. And those dark brown eyes see things differently than the rest of the world. I'm sure of it.
Would those things be in a report? Those extreme, distinguishing features?
I don't think so.
The only thing real thing that might make it into a report is his scar. But no, he didn't have it then. He'd gotten it in prison.
I am not convinced. That must be written all over my face, because Colm says, "That's not all. You know who his best friend was, even back then?"
I flick a glance at him. Yes, Colm. I know who his best friend was. Me.