Guarded TruthHe never had to announce himself. The mustache did it first, then the scruff trailing down to his chest, and by the time you got to his eyes it was already too late. He had that particular kind of confidence that doesn't need a room to go quiet because it carries its own quiet with it. Guarded Truth is the portrait of a man who knows exactly what he has and gives nothing away for free, except that look, which he gives freely and which lands