You lie flat below the top-digit line. Glove prints don’t do that. I’ve got a hunch that I know what you are. Man Camera now. Strike an all-objective pose. Observe yourself as you do this. It’s auspicious. You’re trembling. Open your evidence kit. Pull that print card Dudley sent you. There it is. You willed it. Yes—it’s a perfect match. Kyoho Hanamaka. His burn-scarred right forefinger. The ghoul touched Tommy Glennon’s address book.
