The denim was smooth and dark blue, slightly lighter at the seams. A small line of buttons climbed up the chest to meet the crisp fold-down collar. An additional button fastened each sleeve cuff, and two narrow slits on the sides allowed for freedom of movement in the otherwise close-fitting garment.It ended at Beatrice’s thighs, covering the top of the black leggings she wore. She liked the look, finding that the dark blue along with the sharp design created a combination that suggested an indefinable authority. The formal edge meant that people took notice of her, and once she added in a commanding way of speaking, she usually had little trouble in asserting her position. That was useful for a detective, especially on an odd job like this. Traveling from town to town, asking about a young woman with “something unearthly about her,” it took something special to keep from being immediately dismissed as a lunatic. As it was, Beatrice had gotten enough answers to let her track the mysterious stranger.