Chapter 41 Timothy the Tanner

• Timothy nodded slowly at what his boy had said.
• Timothy, the tanner, looked as evil as I thought he was. With thinning brown hair which hung around his face in greasy strands. And small beady eyes which seemed sunk into his thin face. His jaw led to a pointed chin and his lips were thin. He constantly licked them as if nervous all the time. He was short and thin and always smelled of onions.
• He was looking from me to Triana then back and forth.