Constable Crane. He’d seen him a couple times over this bounty and that theft. Heard his name here and there – or perhaps he had gotten him mixed up with another Constable Crane. Either way, he had presence and authority. Not an ideal victim. Hopefully.

“Fantastic man,” he said idly, then nodded and started toward him.

Perhaps he could marry her off to him, and the fear would finally still her murdering hand...

“Mr. Crane,” he called as he approached. “How are you?”