“Is this right?” The police sketch artist, name of Meg, held up a composite. We were in an interview room, and I was starting to get claustrophobic.
“Nose is too big,” I said, frowning at the picture. She had done a good job capturing the guys general likeness, but there was something missing. Needless to say, Matt and I never did get around to trying to draw the captor last night.
“How about now?” Meg had taken several minutes to redo the nose before turning the pad towards me.
“Better.” There was still something about the picture that wasn’t quite right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. There was something about his hair that was eluding me. Oh well, I dismissed it from my mind. If I thought about it any longer, I would become more confused than ever. The best thing would be to allow it to come to me when it was the right time.
“How did she do?” Detective Martinez said to Meg, striding into the room.
“She did just fine,” I said loudly, cross that he was talking about me as if I weren’t even in the room.
“Fine, Detective Martinez,” Meg said, smiling up at the detective. I suddenly realized that Meg was an attractive brunette in her early thirties with clear green eyes and a glorious smile. No wonder Martinez softened under her gaze. I wondered if she was Irish as she looked as if she had a touch of the green in her.