The constable smirked down at her – a mean, self-satisfied look.

“’Cause they don’t like their wives, lady.”

With that, he proceeded to the woman at the desk. Glanced at the prices behind her, and fished out a rather feminine looking coin purse.

“One blow,” he said, slapping down the money.

The woman squinted, picked up a coin and held it up in the sun before looking back to Missy.

“And you?”