He was broad-shouldered and thick, black-haired but with a few silver roots as though he dyed it and needed to redye it soon. Rob was fine with him like that, since he liked the older men who maintained powerhouse physiques, especially in fine Italian suits. Mr. Maltley was an eyebrow captain, but a handsome one. In an earlier era, he’d have been a salty seadog with a well-weathered face. Instead he was smooth and rugged like a painting of a horse.