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 i***t.
"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 her lumber away, caught Peggy's unhappy frown and head shake and shrugged it off. I had to live in this town and encounters with those who knew Pete-for better or worse-were going to happen. Hopefully the more time between his death and some other scandal would ease the discomfort of being thought of as the primary suspect.
