“Officers Taffy and Overton are verily apples and iguanas. Taffy is the apple—significant beer paunch, Irish complexion, the vaguest border between chin and neck.”
“Overton blinks like a priest eyeing a roast.”
“He turns out to be an enormous charcoal-colored fellow, with a bald head and a rhino’s posture and a voice that makes you think God just dropped by for a stern word.”
“Her hair is coarse, voluminous, pinned atop her head like an antique Gibson Girl, and an altogether unfair shade of strawberry blond. It’s a veritable glowing pile of marmalade locks.”
“Mrs. Vaughan blinks, and suddenly her lip arcs in a snarl worthy of the deepest, darkest woods.”