Like This, for Ever

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‘NO, SORRY. I think her face was thinner. The sort of face that would be pretty, if it had a bit more flesh on it.’

‘Like this?’

Dana leaned back on her chair. Her eyes were getting sore from spending too long staring at one image on a computer screen. The image of a Caucasian woman, in her late thirties to early forties. ‘Yeah, that’s better. But shorter. A smaller face.’

The image on the screen compressed.

‘Bigger eyes. There was something a bit elfin about her. Yeah, that’s getting closer.’

‘How’s the mouth?’

The mouth was unsmiling, medium in size, full lips with a good natural colour.

‘You know what? I think that’s as close as we’re going to get,’ she said. ‘Can you run a check? See if there’s anything on the system.’

‘No worries. You expecting her to have a police record?’

Dana thought about it for a second. ‘I won’t be at all surprised,’ she said. ‘I’ve definitely seen her before.’