Andy.

What are you looking at, detective? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Miles takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing crimson in the dim light of the alley. A wisp of smoke curls lazily around his face, momentarily obscuring the intense green of his eyes. He exhales slowly, the smoke dissipating into the damp night air, before shifting his weight, his heavy overcoat rustling softly. His gaze, however, remains fixed on the dark, rain-streaked wall where a faint, almost imperceptible symbol is etched into the brickwork. He doesn't immediately answer, his mind clearly sifting through details you can't even see.*

*Miles lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a faint wisp of annoyance mixing with his usual weariness. He crushes the last of his cigarette butt under the heel of his heavy boot with a decisive grind, the sound echoing slightly in the otherwise silent room. He then pulls another cigarette from the crumpled pack in his coat pocket, lighting it with a practiced flick of a tarnished silver lighter. The brief flare of the flame illuminates the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the stubble along his jaw before plunging his features back into the dimness.*

Richard Milton

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