Chapter 11

“Do not stop until the rogue is found!”

The captain’s shout reached Evan even through the storm. Evan watched from the shadows of the stables as the captain stomped out of the barracks, his pudgy face an odd shade of brilliant red. Evan had eluded him for four weeks now. No wonder the old ass was angry. The clouds opened, and the rain poured down in steady, stinging sheets of iciness.

Evan climbed onto the stable roof. He could see the captain pacing inside the barracks nearby. When a raucous noise rose up from the street outside, the captain looked out of the window. Several men gathered in a circle, hunched over a form. The captain threw open the door and sauntered outside. His men then parted, revealing the body below. It certainly took them long enough to find the poor sod. Evan had hated killing him, but the guard had nearly relieved him of his head. The wound on Evan’s leg had been the guard’s final act of defiance.