Cadence sighed. “I told you already, he was wearing a mask. He was about six one, with a swimmer’s build.”
“What’s that exactly?”
Detective Scott was in good shape, but had a stocky build. Cadence tried to put it in terms he’d understand.
“Okay, some men, like you, are muscular but it’s bulky. You look like you can bench press about two fifty, maybe three hundred.”
“Go on.” Thanks for noticing.
“You probably do martial arts. You move like a man with a purpose who could kill in a hundred different ways without breaking a sweat.”
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