"Charlie Shaw," Charlie said, juggling the mail into one hand then meeting her hand with the other one.
Or at least that was the intention. Instead he found his skin tingling with a sharp icy shock of nothingness. His smile wavered for a moment, realising what he was looking at and he let his other sight look her over.
Oh she was good - very good.
"How long?" he asked. "Have you been here, I mean."
Not a recent death, that was for sure. He'd have remembered a lady like this one.