Josephine
My heart was beating out of control. I felt a bead of sweat on my upper lip as I looked at that picture again.
" Ben, when he uh...had his turn with me..I mean I only remember flashes of it. The drugs made me fairly unconscious.
But I do recall that he had a mustache, like a handle bar style one. I wonder if you would know him this way too?"
Ben took the photo over to the photo copy machine in the corner and made a quick copy. It was just us all alone in the detective's office.
Johnson said he had a few calls to make.
Ben took a black marker and handed it to me.
" Here, can you recreate it?" He asked as he scooted his chair right next to mine, our knees were touching.
I shuddered as I began to draw the mustache how I remembered him.
Ben whistled. "Yeah, I've seen
