Chapter Twenty-Three
The face was not that of a killer, at least not initially. If anything, he had the look of an aristocratic nobleman. It was long, patrician in nature, the bone structure strong, the skin tanned.
The jet black hair, with streaks of grey at the sides, was swept back dramatically, giving his face a sleek quality. The mouth was a cruel s***h that held both contempt and sensuality in equal portions. But it was the eyes that held Gorilla; dark and brooding, hidden beneath the hollows of the sockets and flanked with the lines of age.
Physically, the man was tall and slender with the poise and build of the natural athlete. The hands were large and strong, the fingers long and elegant. They were hands that could play a piano concerto or strangle you with equal measure, thoug
