‘Hello treacle’

I opened the door. She stared first at my shoes, then at my hair, then my face. A calm settled in her expression, and the beginnings of a smile crept into in her cheeks. She spoke in a deep voice furred by age, cigarettes and late nights. ‘You didn’t think I’d come alone, did you?’

There was a wiry figure behind her. He was well over six feet tall, dressed in a dark blue suit with the slightest hint of a sheen, and in the yellow light of the streetlight behind him, he almost seemed to glow. ‘So, are you ready to get started?’