" You've let your hair grow in its natural color." Yes, I tired of coloring it. Besides there is now no need."The older woman looked at the nude, dead...body"You are being reckless. What if someone... ?" They won't. My new pawn will see that no one enters and he'll clean up this mess after I leave," she said, kicking at the body slightly in derision."Detective Crawford?" Yes. It was a real bit of serendipity that he was at the apartment when I arrived. He will serve me well, covering my. I swear he can smell good water from a mile away. He’s also the best judge around on the stability of the trail ahead. Over the years, I’ve learned when he’s just being stubborn, or if there really is a problem.Margarite, on the other hand, is just like me. Neither of us can stand closed in spaces. It took 45 minutes and half a dozen butterscotch candies to coax her into the trailer. That was one of the first things I learned about Margarite. She would take sugar cubes, carrots, and apples. But. ”“If I were her, I’d think you’re a red-headed angel. You’re probably right.”8:30am -- a little early, but breakfast is done, and dishes put away, and Dan is probably already in his office, although I think he has to go out to a field assignment later today. He told me he might need the 180. But my phone buzzes, and it says “Mizz Patel”.“Good morning, Mizz Patel, and how are you?”“Thank you, Cindy, and I just got off the phone with Tara. She is NOT doing well, and I think a call from you would. ButMiss Matilda yo..you ...I mean...I can't go out looking like this...." Hemanaged to stutter."And what is wrong with the way you are dressed Camille? You look adorablein that outfit and I will not hear another word about it. Imagine that,just a sissy boy for one day and you are already asking for fancierclothing. Maybe if you are a good sissy boy, Mz. Nelson will let you goshopping with her later. Now come along. I am hungry and we are running abit late." Miss Matilda, please. I didn't mean.