His arrival had been noted with great interest by the someone, who then quietly pulled the lit cigarette from his mouth to consider the request. He turned his head away, blew out a puff of smoke, and answered while reaching for the little black book in his breast pocket with his free hand.
“I have, as a matter of fact. Five, to be precise, within the past hour that meet such description.” Hakuba glanced at him sideways, attempting to appear casual. He knew who this was: he’d made himself intimately familiar with Mr. Holmes’ cases, both via John’s blog and the actual police records at the station. To say that he was excited was an understatement. “If you could be more specific, I might be able to assist you. What sort of facial tattoo?”
