Police Chief Luca was a white middle-aged man, about six feet tall, with a sturdy build. His face was rather elongated, his eye sockets deep, with mild dark circles under his eyes. His hair was somewhat sparse, and up close, one could catch a faint whiff of underarm odor.
Most white people have abundant body hair and strong body odor in general, and a not insignificant proportion also have distinct underarm odor.
Of course, they called it masculinity.
Luca was such a man. He confidently extended his hand toward Dean, unaware that Dean, with his acute senses, could smell a faint underarm odor emanating from his outstretched palm.
This guy definitely touched his armpit with his hand just moments ago! Dean realized. The crucial thing is, despite the grin on his face, his eyes hold a hostile glint. I certainly don't want to shake his hand.
