The whole effect reminded Lindsey of a mummy's victim off one of those cheesey old black and white horror movies they showed late night on TV, except there was nothing at all cheesey about the way this man died. Though the end result looked much the same.
"You're welcome," he replied, squinting against the rain to study her. "Now you're starting to sound like a lawyer." Which, considering his profession, was hardly a bad thing. He walked forward, pausing to poke at one of the corpse's hands with the toe of his shoe.
"But I was speaking the truth before. That is a talent," he said. "I would take you to be a very powerful woman with more than a few tricks up her sleeve."