Hate and anger are oozing from every pore. He's got a hard face, an icy stare. Mid-thirties, maybe, but still trying to look hip. Blue T-shirt, baggy orange pants, bike satchel strapped over his shoulder. He's a cop.
Cops are murderers.
But you don't know anything about this person. He's not a person. He's a cop. Finally, the guy walks away. The sergeant shakes his head.