And on first glimpse, you might have been forgiven for believing the smarmy exterior he showed the world. He dressed nicely. No jeans or baseball caps like most of the other men around here. He always wore fitted pants and button-down shirts. His hair was always artfully slicked back, his beard groomed. But if you looked closer, you’d see his appearance was as phony as his smiles. His shirts were made of cheap fabric. The watch that gleamed on his wrist was a knockoff.
