The Outsider has picked apart wrecks and wrecks of crashed cars and dilapidated structures time and time again to find the scraps and shrapnel he requires for his work. This he has done so clinically, methodically and without hesitation.
Yet, when his hand falls upon the remains of the vehicle where Jessamine Kaldwin had died, he takes great care. His gloved hands run over the dented Sedan’s hood and his black eyes see where her blood had spattered on the dashboard.
But he stops only for that moment. The sounds that follow are the sharp impacts of the crowbar held firm in his hands, but his eyes do not narrow or flinch when the glass flies.