Livia Todd was a young, dark-skinned woman with a quiet voice and rough hands. “There was a drunk, making friends with the horses,” she explained again. “The man with the wagon told him off and he left just before it all happened.”

“Take your time.”

She swallowed. “I didn’t see the robbery itself, you understand. I didn’t want any trouble. But I saw the horses take off, and heard the shot. That’s all I know, really.”