The red-haired man turned his cold gray eyes on the Kid.

The red-haired man did not even seem to see it.

Who was the red-haired man and why had he struggled with her father?

In front of him on the marble floor, waiting, stood the red-haired man.

The red-haired man seemed not to have heard the question.

At a small table was a red-haired man with a black woman he really liked.

The red-haired man at the next table liked the black woman he was with.

The red-haired man and the woman looked at each other.

She followed a red-haired man because he saved her life.

The cell phone rang in the office of the red-haired man.