Alvarez

AlvarezI first saw him as I climbed into the patrol wagon. He was sitting well toward the back, all drawn up into a tight knot--head sunk between his shoulders, arms wrapped around his body, knees pressed together and pulled up toward his chin. He was wearing a trench coat several sizes too large that hung in loose folds around him, the bottom dragging on the floor, and a misshapen black felt hat with a wide brim pulled down over his forehead. He was thin--almost skeletal--and of a pale jaundice...