Quintus asked. “Yet before you met her, you had her singled out as the killer.” “I know. I was surprised myself, but I do like her, and I think I also trust her. But as you said yourself, she’s not an easy person to get to know. She’s intelligent, and she’s aware her position here is vulnerable, which makes her potentially dangerous. Like an unbroken horse, calm and in control most of the time, but if something threatens her, she’ll do what she must to protect herself.” “I’ve rarely seen anyone who looked less like a horse, but I see what you mean.” We were crowded into Quintus’ cramped little office—me, Quintus, and Titch, who’d just arrived with Lucius and his men. My brother had led his patrol straight out onto the farm to look for Ferox, while I told Quintus and Titch about my talk with Niobe. “And she really couldn’t be the killer?” Titch asked. “Being the one who found the body, it makes her look the most likely.”
