Deal looked her up and down, taking in her five-foot-nothing stature, slim build, her leather biker jacket, and the fierce look in her eyes, partly shielded by a wild fringe of black hair. She looked thirtyish, maybe mid-thirties. Olive-skinned, kind of Spanish or Mexican looking. Her most striking feature was a black eye patch over her right eye. She looked like an extra out of Pirates of the Caribbean.
“Yeah. Sorry. I’m pretty worked up,” Deal said.
“I understand,” Wolfie said, as she turned around to face the ocean, shielding the flame and lighting a cigarette. Deal saw a patch on the back of her biker’s jacket – A wolf, or maybe a German Shepherd with an eye patch over the canine’s right eye, he thought.
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