One is leaning on the hood of a beat-up SUV with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s dressed in dark-gray cargo pants and a black T-shirt. Every visible inch of his skin, except his face and neck, is covered in ink. His hair is the palest shade of blond. The other man is wearing a bespoke black suit that fits his large frame like a glove. His face is set in a dark scowl as he drums his fingers on the roof of his black sedan.
