Ruth took the child from Elijah and the babe stopped crying. She turned to the new constable, or sergeant or whatever. She eyed him up and down. Since when was anyone representing the law pleased to meet her? Oh right, he was new, that was why. She rather liked that.

She offered him a flirty smile, but it instantly turned into a grimace when her bruised face did not allow a smile. Well, shite.

"Pleased to meet you, Sergeant McLellan," she said in a honeyed voice and she took a few slow steps towards him. Sam followed, holding on to her skirt. "Where are you from?" As if his accent and name did not betray it.