Even if he acted like an elephant dick, there was a professional front behind the façade of the uniform. Now, off duty, the man looks downright bestial. He’s a lion-man in his translucently tight white A-shirt and black track pants with their thin white racing stripes. They match the black stripes on his white tennis shoes. He’s built like a tank. At least six and a half feet tall, solid brick shoulders, arms as thick and hard as oak branches.
