“Brow a little thicker and a bit higher at the arch. His nose was straight, dead straight. And other than that, the likeness is very good,” she said.

He worked on the paper again and handed it back.

She nodded, amazed he was so good, and felt a little sick inside. “Yes, that’s very much like the man. The coloring—”

“Ah, I may look like a relic, but I’ll be entering this into the computer, and then I’ll do all kinds of shades with you at my side. Let’s get on to the woman he was with.”

“On to Jennie,” she said.

And Katie began Jennie’s description. She had been about five foot six—unnecessary for a facial sketch, she thought, but Barry listened gravely. Katie went on. Sandy-blond hair to her shoulders, deep brown eyes, slight uptilt to her nose, clean, well-defined brows a little darker than her hair.

Hair color could change easily, Katie knew, but it was also important in remembering and then getting down to details.

Jennie had been pretty, full of enthusiasm and, just like Dr. Neil Browne, charming. She had been pleasant with everyone. She’d had a light spattering of freckles over her nose, and her eyes were hazel, green with starbursts of brown. Also like Dr. Neil Browne, she’d had a long, lean face, but full lips and...

She paused, and Barry looked at her, waiting.

“A mole. On the left side of her face, just below and to the left of her eye,” Katie said.

Barry showed her his work. Once again, he smudged, put in new lines, narrowed, widened and came up with an incredible likeness.

When he was done, he first thanked her, telling her she had an impressive memory and a remarkable way of giving him the little details that made one person different from others. Then he glanced at the trio of men who had been waiting silently through it all.

“I’m going to put these into the computer and deal with the coloring. There’s coffee down the hall, and we have a fancy little machine so it’s darned good coffee. I’ll come get you when I’m ready for Katie.”

The men all thanked him. Katie rose nervously.

“Coffee, anyone?” Adam asked. “It’s late, if anyone was planning on sleep, but...”

“Hell, yes, coffee,” Dan said.

He started out of the room but paused, indicating Katie was welcome to go first.

“No, no, lead the way,” she said.

He did, but in the little break room, he offered to make her coffee first. There were different pods to choose from.

She knew she wasn’t going to sleep that night. It didn’t make any difference. She chose a dark roast.