Then a tall, gray-haired man in plain clothes with tired eyes and a detective badge appeared.
Mrs. Washington, I’m Captain Booba Freeman, he introduced himself.
Thank you for your patience.
We need you to identify the man we arrested.
I didn’t see his face, Shinaya reminded him.
I understand, Freeman nodded, but you may recognize him by other characteristics.
His voice, his build, his mannerisms.
Shinaya was led into another room with a one-way mirror.
Behind the glass sat a man in handcuffs wearing the same black hoodie but without the hood.
He sat sideways to the glass, his head bowed so that his face was still not visible.
His right arm hung limply.
Yes, it’s him, Shinaya said.
Same clothes, same motionless arm.
Good, Freeman made a note in his notebook.
Now we need to conduct a formal identification procedure.
You must be present when we remove his disguise for the official record.
