If he had not secretly followed her to LA, then Melissa...
Murray dared not think further.
Murray looked at the dead horse lying on the ground not far away, and his eyes were cold.
"Take me there and lets take a look," Melissa whispered to him, "Since Mr. Ford said it was an old horse, then it couldn't be wrong. An old horse was rarely so excited, unless ... it ate stimulants."
"Do you mean that someone drugged them?" Murray frowned. He also felt that something was wrong.
It wouldn't be such a coincidence. Every time it was Melissa's prop that had problems.
Melissa nodded.
She and Murray approached the horse together. Melissa opened the eyelids of the horse and looked at it, and then looked at its tongue. She knew the reason.
"It was indeed drugged. My guess is correct," Melissa to
