“Is that image about right, man?” The kid with yellow steel wool hair interrupted Sam"s thoughts while he stood in the middle of Jackson Square watching the artist blow charcoal off the portrait he had just sketched. Sam nodded, handed the kid twenty dollars, and studied the sketch. The profile of the stranger he had spotted at Tujagues, and who likely was the bastard who had assaulted him, looked even meaner when rendered in charcoal. Sam carefully rolled the sketch and headed for the car, sidestepping several mimes and a fortune teller in a wench getup that was a showstopper.
Joe had called him from L.A. right after he left the Coroner"s Office. He told Sam he had finally come up with names and descriptions of three Louisiana criminals using "The Saint" as an alias. Sam found one ex-con
