FIVE
Marie squinted at the sketch and tilted her head. “Yes, I think that’s it. That looks exactly like the woman I saw in my vision at the hotel and the cemetery.”
The sketch artist made some final touches with his pencil. His crimson hair stuck up high and stiff through the labeled New Orleans Police Department visor. He looked like a toddler with freckles polluted on his face.
Gale stood up and walked behind the sketch artist. “Yikes, what’s with the eyes?”
“That’s what I see. They’re hollowed out.”
“I’ll say. It gives me the creeps. Should I get Cory and Jesse to come in here?” Gale smiled wide.
“I think you’d better lay off the flirting with Commander Irons. You kept smiling at him during the introductions. Haven’t you punished Tim enough?”
“No, I believe I have a few more hour
