The bald man in the crisp maroon suit and multicolored polka-dot tie drifted forward so that the moonlight filtering from beyond the hole in the roof pushed back against the shadows that clung to him.
It was definitely him, Sam knew. He couldn’t forget that pale angular face with the pair of crimson eyes underneath those long, thin eyebrows. He remembered the straight nose with its flaring nostrils and that thin mouth which was at this moment grinning in a way that made Sam’s skin crawl.
“Look who it is,” the bald man said in that high-pitched voice of his. “If it isn’t my old friend, caw-caw,” he’d mimicked a crow’s sound on that last bit, “and his… new sidekick?”
The bald man’s creepy smile turned upside down.
“Why, Crow, you wound me… Here I thought we had something special,” he add
