CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Assistant Director Frank Dixon sat with a broad grin on his face. It was a smug and pretentious grin, causing his cruel thin lips to turn white as the mouth curved upwards. Dixon’s dark eyes gleamed and sparkled under the overhead strip lights, which gave the room a sterile, unfriendly feel.
Frank Dixon was six feet tall with a large build. A Genetic effect. All the family members were big people, but it was mostly what people referred to as big-boned.
Nash stood in the doorway to Dixon’s office and looked down in disgust at his large football of a head and the expression of self-importance on Dixon’s face. He brushed a huge hand over his shaven head and continued to smile.
Nash had forgotten how ugly the man was, with his pasty skin and flat nose. He smiled to himself
