Everything that Opal said afterwards turned into white noise for Joanne.
Her eyes sharpened as she analyzed every single detail about this so-called Kincaid.
She memorized his face. Dark skinned, with black hair with shades of gray in his circular goatee. Roughly in his late thirties or early forties.
He presumably had a bald head underneath the black skull cap he wore.
His build was slim. Based on her estimation, he was about the same size as Malachi when he'd first gotten his powers. Though possibly a little bit smaller.
In the image, he wore a black dress shirt and slacks with a gray, longline overcoat.
Joanne swiped across the screen, hoping that there were more surveillance photos.
She got lucky and found a video next in the camera roll.
She pressed play instantly.
Joanne watched the way that the man moved, committing every action of his to memory.
It took her maybe five seconds to reach a conclusion.
"What branch was he in?" Joanne asked suddenly.
