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together. “Stay behind me then.”
    Truro rolled at her eyes at him. “I’m not useless you know.”
    “I never indicated you were. It’s just this much blood is not going to be good.” Instinct told him this was not animal blood. Murphy’s hand tightened on the small one within his. There was no way he would allow any danger to touch his woman. He started following the trail. He knew they were following a path of death.
    “No, but I feel better going with you than staying behind and wondering.”
    Murphy made sure he took the lead. As he parted the shrubs, he saw it. “Oh hell. Don’t look.” He barely wanted to look at the bloody, torn flesh of what appeared to be a man scattered in a messy pile before them.
    Regardless of his words, Truro looked. “Is that human? It doesn’t look real.”
    “Yes.” It was only too real and it spelled instant trouble to Murphy. I have to tell the others. Something like this, at this time, was no coincidence.
    “Is that an arm? And that hair—” Truro gasped and staggered against Murphy clutching him for support. “T-that’s Rodney or was Rodney…how could that be? He hasn’t been in Ludlum for months. ” Her voice trailed off in shock.
    Rodney? Who the hell was he and what did he have to do with my woman? Even though the man was dead, Murphy felt a burst of jealously tear through him. Was she upset by this? Her eyes were wide and saucer shaped in shock What had this man meant to her? “You knew him?”
    “He’s the asshole who told me I was fat and ugly.”
    As pleased as Murphy was to hear the anger in her voice, he was annoyed that he didn’t have the chance to teach this Rodney a lesson before he was killed. “He deserved to die then.” What sort of man told a woman something like that? No man should make any woman feel unattractive. It was wrong and dishonorable, but then not many followed the code of honor Murphy did. Only an inferior breed blamed another for perceived shortcomings.
    “Maybe, metaphorically speaking, but not like this.” Truro shivered at Murphy’s side. “He looks like he has been ripped limb from limb.”
    “Yes.” The creature that had done this would have inflicted maximum pain on his victim. But why?
    “What could have done this?” Truro leaned against Murphy for support. “Ludlum is so quiet and boring. Could it have been the wolves?”
    “No.” As he gave her strength supporting her, she made him feel strong being able to do so. “Wolves do not kill like this nor do they attack larger predators. Someone wants us to think it was a wolf.” But who? Murphy saw the puzzled look in her eyes. There was no time to explain. He would later when they could be alone. When she was ready for the full truth. “We need to report this.”
    “Yes, my cell phone is back at the car. I’ll get it.”
    “I’ll come with you.” Murphy was not about t leave her unprotected.
    “I’ll be fine.”
    He suspected she was used to dealing with things on her own. That was going to change. Murphy was in her life now. “Regardless, petal, I will escort you.”
    “Look, we had sex. You owe me nothing.”
    “I owe you everything.” He pulled her close, needing to feel her heart beat strong against his.
    Truro looked at his askance. “Is this how you react to random sex?”
    Murphy snorted at her words. This one had much to learn and he was going to enjoy teaching her. “There is nothing random about you or me. There is a connection between us. I know you feel it too.”
    “Maybe.”
    He shook his head. “You’re stubborn.” And sexy and smart. All the things I love.
    Truro took one last look at Rodney. “That’s a lot of hate there. As horrible as he was, I would never have wished that on him.”
    “People like Rodney bring it on themselves by their own careless thoughts and actions.”
    “Karma’s a bitch,” Truro murmured as she turned away from the body on the ground. “I feel nothing for him. What does that say about me? I