Skelton was taller than Latrell, bigger but not as cut; he didn’t have a six-pack, that much was obvious even through his baggy clothes. He looked like he probably did have a six-pack when he was younger though. He had a bushy, unkempt beard and a crucifix around his chest, which he kissed every time Kwan looked at him. He was a convict. He had earned his cosmetology license in prison, and Johnny Cee had hired him because he got a nice tax break for it. He had a square, jutting jaw and dark eyes, with a thick body. He was not handsome like Latrell, but he was bursting with swagger and sex appeal to women, Kwan assumed.