I dont believe it yet. But I will. Serves him right, really. No one poaches my wife and gets away with it. But a broadhead through the liver? Jesus, that must have hurt. Ward must have been only fifty feet away when she fired that crossbow. Brilliant choice of weapon: powerful and accurate as a rifle, only no report. And she’s got the muscles to load the evil little contraption. Where’d she learn to use one, though? She’s damn lucky the bolt didn’t go through Guy into Philippa. Fine bloody mess that would have made on my front porch! Almost worth it, though, to have them both down for the count ... but I mustn’t be greedy. One is enough. In this case, one is actually better. Cleaner. Ward was right: No one knows Guy went to New Hampshire. No one has any idea where or why he got hit. And the only witness isn’t going to be spilling the beans; she’s too afraid of Emily. What kind of fool story is Philippa going to feed her sister this time?
