“Well, she’s up for suspect number one based on that conversation,” I told Moth. His face donned its martyred look as I slung him up onto my hip, heading for the stable. The two teens who were watching the shop told me everyone had gone off for dinner.
“Ah,” I said as I ran my hands over Cassie, checking for any signs of injury, not that I expected to find any. “I’m just going to take Cassie out for a little exercise. No one’s been messing around with the horses, have they?”
“No one’s been in the stable at all except the Three Doggers and the Jousting Jesters,” Tim answered. He was the oldest of the two hired to watch over the horses, and looked like a reliable kid.
I nodded at the mention of the other team who shared the stable and settled the saddle blanket over Cassie’s back. “Good e
