Stumped, I looked through magazines for ideas, but he definitely wasn’t the fashion model type. National Geographic didn’t help, either.
Several weeks later I was browsing through my photo file of
vacation pictures to Charleston ,
South Carolina . Suddenly, I stopped and studied a crowd of
passers-by. Right in the center of the screen was an angular, lanky man. His
baseball cap crammed down on greasy dark hair pulled at an angle to almost hide
his eyes. He had tight lips and a grim expression. By his stance, I could see he was going some
place in a hurry. My villain! I’d found my villain!