Page 144 of Black Reign

Too tall?

No.

Vesper's photograph gives me limited scale.

“Eyes?”

“Blue.”

My attention sharpens.

“Blue how?”

Drew thinks.

“Big. Baby blue, maybe. Bright.”

Vesper has never sent me her eyes.

My brain supplies them instantly anyway.

Blue above the mouth from the photograph.

Wrong.

Possibly.

“Skin?”

“Tan.”

“Hair shade?”

“Blonde.”

“I gathered that.”

He takes a drink.

“Long. Expensive. California. Like she spends summers on yachts and winters destroying divorce settlements.”

I glare.

“Anything useful?”

“She was hot.”

“Excellent forensic description.”

“No, I mean really hot.”

“Drew.”

“I'm trying to help.”

“How?”

He gestures vaguely toward his chest.