I turned the picture to look at the stranger’s face again.
A tan complexion; short, salt and pepper hair; receding hair line; middle aged, light wrinkles on the forehead and cheeks; pointy face, short chin, clean shave; bright blue eyes form a piercing gaze, combined with the bushy brows and pronounced ridges, and a thin, beak-like nose. His collar mimicked a military uniform, but there were no insignia of rank visible.
I memorized the face, which was not difficult, given the discomfort I felt just looking at the picture. The picture itself went into the bin.
I had a vulture to track and dispose of, and only three days’ time.