I wasn't expecting that kind of response, considering I'd just found out the looming woman was the victim's relative, though the more I stared up at her the more their powerful resemblance turned me into a stuttering, stammering idiot.

"Mrs. Fleming's things are in the office," Ruth said, brushing past me with the kind of presence a freight train might command, even the lightest touch from her big arm making me feel bruised. "Good day to you, Miss Fleming."

I watched ...