Chapter 44
Lucas walked toward the boy and felt his pulse. There was no pulse and the boy's body was cold. His throat had been slitted and his body left to decay with the straws. There was no sign of struggle or anything to give away the trail of the attacker. It was precise. The murderer must be an expert. They had waited for the boy to be alone before striking.
But why would anyone want to take such an innocent life? Lucas bit his lower lips as he searched the parameters hoping to find a clue. But for the horses and the music from the streets blaring the evening, there was no sign of the attacker or anything to give them away. Who had the boy offended? Or was he dead because of me? The thought dwelled in his mind for some time. If Stable boy had been killed because of him, then he nee
