Joseph turned on the faucet, undid the top button so he could breathe more easily, then cupped some water in both hands and scrubbed his face hard.
This restroom was fairly decent. The stalls were not covered in graffiti, nor were cigarette butts scattered all over the floor.
At some point, hiding a handgun in a restaurant restroom's toilet tank had become a cliché. He did not want to be like Richard, having to perform a ritual and pray before using the bathroom.
Joseph looked at himself in the mirror. He looked as if he had run a long way, his face drenched in sweat, though it was really just water.
Many people found that look sexy. Advertisements often featured soaked men and women. When Leigh Allen was young, he had been a diver, and quite handsome besides. Every time he climbed out of the pool after a dive, he would be dripping from head to toe.
But when he reached middle age, he began putting on weight. By the time the police found him, he had grown so fat that he looked completely different from the composite sketch. Yet the officers were certain that if he slimmed down, he would look exactly like it.
Leigh Allen was a gourmet. He even made his own sausages. When he lived in his parents' house, he had a basement with a small kitchen.
Fortunately, Zodiac did not have a habit of cannibalism. He took away a corner of Paul's clothing, but he did not remove his victims' organs like other serial killers.
His home contained many antiques and souvenirs from the old upper-class era. A hundred years ago, Zodiac's knowledge would have been admired by the world, but this was no longer that age. People were more obsessed with electronic products, cars,