“Would she know him well by sight?” Griff asked with a furrowed brow. “If his hair was different…” “I asked the same thing,” Cathy said, laughing a touch. “I says, ‘How could you know him without the mop of ginger hair?’ And the look she gave me!” She shook her head. “As it happens, the man lodged at Sally’s for a time and left without paying the remainder of his balance. She told me she never forgot anyone who owed her money.”
