“Could’ve sworn this was a thumbprint.”
William Parker Jr. returned the smile. A wide crack opened in his boot-black face, revealing a perfect row of pearly white teeth.
“You’d love the negative, Sir.”
Agent Smith sneered at what was happening above his head. Caroline put it down to being ignored. If they were partners, when perps engaged the pair in a brawl, they’d go for Parker as the whipping boy.
“Would you see to it, agent Parker,” Smith repeated as Junior wrinkled his nose at the detective. That nose had taken plenty of punishment and Junior was ugly by any measure. Caroline imagined that Smith had told him so. He might even have tried to imagine how it felt to look in the mirror every morning and meet red-rimmed eyeballs in a bootblack face. He’d probably find it better than bei
