Bear was stocking the sweet peppers when he spotted her waltz on by. Hair pulled back tight, too big sunglasses, and some kind of fur coat. The one that seemed to shimmer under the fluorescent lights.
But the reason she stood out most was that can’t be sure, but probably not wrong, feeling of her being used to ordering people around.
He finished with the peppers, stacked his boxes on the trolley and headed past the meat section for the back room. Bear turned his head just in time to see the woman stuff a whole ham in her coat.