"Hunting," he finally said, and his lethal tone chased a shiver down my back.

"So you were there that day Baba was shot, nearby. Did you see Lager, the bald man? Or me ride away on my horse?"

"No. I heard the shots and smelled the blood."

"You didn't hear anything else?" My voice pitched higher. "No shouts from my neighbors' house?"

"Nothing."

Jade would've been screaming her head off though. Unless for some reason, she ...