" As we stand there, the rain rolling off umbrellas, a man pushes through the soggy crowd. He’s tall with dark, wavy hair that brushes his ears. He’s wearing a long, black overcoat, and his shoes are expensive and likely ruined from the swelling puddle that has suddenly surrounded us like a moat. Samuel runs to him and Angela follows, coils her arm around him. "

― Gregg Olsen , The Sound of Rain (Nicole Foster Thriller, #1)