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I didn't recognize him at first.  He came into my office unannounced, a jowly man whose hairline had receded to a fringe of dark curls.  Too much sun had baked his skin the color of brick, although maybe it had been too much beer, judging by those ill-named love handles poking over the sides of his jeans.  The seams in the faded corduroy jacket strained when he moved his arms;  he must not often dress for business.

-Sara Paretsky,  Brush Back