" Her face was focused and contained, as if she was concentrating on something more important than answering the door. She was slight, with dark eyes, a thin face, and prominent ears. She was wearing denim shorts, a light green blouse, and sandals. Her hair was damp, as if she wasn’t long from the shower. Holman thought she looked like a child. She stared at him with curious indifference. “Yes?” “I’m Max Holman. Richie’s father.” Holman "

― Robert Crais , The Two Minute Rule