‘Commander Lucas is dead.’
‘What?’ Livvy sounded shocked but she wasn’t really. Commander Lucas, recently appointed to take charge of the Wroxeter legion. So what? A thin-faced man on a horse.
‘They found him yesterday. Murdered. It’s been hushed up but it’ll be everywhere by now.’
Murdered! Now, that was shocking. She said, ‘I’m sorry, Tony.’
He said shortly, ‘You’d better be. It was that nasty little friend of yours that did it.’.