"How can I help you, officer?" Brianna repeated her question in a clearer voice. She finally got to see the man who chained her to the bed.
In another situation where she wasn't a suspect in murder and he wasn't acting as the interrogator, perhaps, Brianna would have let herself swoon in the beauty of the person standing before her.
Allen Denver stood tall, probably six feet above in height; his broad shoulders were hidden in those layers of suit and trench coat, but Brianna could tell beneath is a muscled and strong body, just by glancing at his large hands and the veins on their back creeping inside his sleeves.
All of his features shout masculinity, from his thick, straight unexpressive eyebrows, opposite from his sharp, deep, and expressive amber eyes, a tall and straight nose, thin pale lips, and sharp defined jawline.