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In the light of the early dawn, Lady Fay traverses her parapet wall and waits with bow drawn taut. Only when she realizes the group of men who exit the Saxon rowboat are tonsured does she allow herself to breathe. She need not shoot another of King Alexander's suitors. At least not today. With a wicked grin, she lets go the bowstring, and the arrow makes a perfect arc to land directly in front of the one in the lead. She isn't so fond of priests, either.

In the hours just before dawn, blasphemous curses echo throughout the stone manor. A knife clatters to the floor, and a feisty young widow is bound, blindfolded, and led to the marriage altar. The king couldn't possibly have sanctioned this farce of a marriage, could he? After all, she alone transformed a few mud huts and starving serfs into a flourishing town, never once hesitating to pay generous taxes to his royal kingdom.

This time, it's murder but there's no body and no motive. In fact, there's no evidence of any foul play except for the word of a nosy busy-body with night-vision binoculars. Despite big bucks, I suggest we pass on this case but Sam's family butts in and of course, it explodes in our face. Now, we're hip deep in a whole lot of shit better left to the police. The good news? No more Joey. We moved into the loft above our new office space. The bad news? They're demolishing the church next door and the jackhammer's sent our kitten into therapy.