That day, in all of Los Angeles, he was probably the only one wearing short pearly-gray gaiters peeking out from under the trouser legs of a very dark gray, almost black suit. Add to that a white shirt, a light-gray knitted tie slipping under the vest, and a hat. The hat, though, was nothing special.
Of the two men who emerged from the curtain of rain and entered the store,
only one could have been the buyer โ a large man with closely cropped gray hair and an unnaturally bent left arm (as if he could not fully straighten it). He slowly walked around the car, opened and closed the door, smiled with satisfaction, and said something to his companion, a short man in gaiters, who frowned and shook his head.>
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