Ryle's eyes narrowed.
''No… Not ash blonde like blondie…''
The blondie he was referring to was undoubtedly Daisy. While Ryle did not like how the form of address almost coming out of the woman's mouth seemed like a nickname for Daisy who was at that time Dexter's disguise and sported a head full of blonde hair, he suppressed his displeasure and waited for the woman to continue.
''The man who dragged blondie in had golden blonde hair. Striking golden blonde.''
A familiar image flashed in Ryle's mind, straight from his subconscious and the bizarre thought made a tingle shoot up his spine, his fingers that were twirling the pistol shook for the first time and the pistol landed on the table surface with a soft sound.
