There was just enough light from a few wall lamps to outline the tall figure of the man, but it wasn't sufficient to illuminate the expression on his face.
She didn't know how long he had been standing there, or how long she had been listening.
Hannah put away her phone and when she looked up again, she saw the man coming towards her.
He stopped two steps in front of her.
This time, she could clearly see the expression on his face.
It certainly couldn't be described as pleasant.
His eyes were thick with clouds, like a night sky awaiting a storm, an inexhaustible black ink, lurking behind it, a vibrant red could be faintly seen, filled with repression and deep sorrow.
His fists clenched by his side, but he remained silent.
Hannah didn't intend to hide anything; she went straight to the point, "Has Mr. Qualls been standing there for a long time?"
