Dickson was short, thickset and strongly built. His muscles were natural, then enhanced by years of hard labour before putting finishing touches with gym when he got money. His hair was thick and rough. His eyes were blood red, with cigarette painted lips. His suit was shabby, and badly sawn. It needed an effort to differentiate it from a first year medical student laboratory coat
He was sitting in a visitor’s room of a residence. The host came in and Dickson got on his feet to salute. The host was twenty-nine years old. He was slightly chubby, fair complexioned with dimples. His nose was triangular, his eyes were deep-set and wore an aggressive mouth. He had bushy eyebrows that formed letter M.
He wore a simple but expensive white plain T-shirt and a golden wristwatch adorned his wris
