neglected your childhood. What witch doesnât have a cat?â The witchfinder had been restlessly moving about the room as we spoke. He finally gave up all attempts at keeping still. âWhile you prattle about your cat, a killer is free in the castle. He or she may kill again. This is no way to run an investigation.â We all sobered at the reminder of why we were there. Once he had our attention, Antonio asked us on which witch he should begin his interrogation. âI think thatâs where youâre missing the point,â Elsie told him. âIn this day, people arenât interrogated so much as those looking for the truth find it with scientific means.â âThere is no torture?â he demanded indignantly. âNo scalding of the feet nor pain?â âDefinitely not.â Dorothy shuddered. âWe just donât do things that way anymoreâwell, at least not here. There are some places where torture is still used. Itâs usually waterboarding or sleep deprivation. Sometimes they use drugs.â âThank you.â I smiled at her and gave her the finger-slicing-across-my-neck sign of that being too much information. âBut what Elsie said is true, Antonio. We use scientific ways of approaching evidence that will lead us to the killer. This is what my husband does every day as a homicide detective.â âWhat are these scientific methods you speak of?â he asked. âHow do you utilize them?â âWell, as we mentioned beforeâsomeone out thereshould have blood splatter on them from using the ceremonial knife,â I explained. âWeâd need some luminol and a black light to see blood where it seems invisible now.â âAnd there would be prints on the knife,â Elsie said. âThey would match the killerâs prints.â âPrints?â Antonio swore in fluent Spanish. âWhat are these prints you speak of?â âLet me show you.â Dorothy took out a tiny notepad and her makeup brush. âYou put some powder on someoneâs fingertips and then push them down on the paper.â She showed him her fingerprints on the notepad. âEveryone has different prints. Letâs do yours and we can compare our prints.â She carefully dusted the witchfinderâs fingertips and then pushed his fingers on the notepad beside her print. âThere. You see? Our prints are completely different. If we did one for everyone in the room, theyâd all be different.â âAnd thatâs the way we find out who killed Makaleigh,â Elsie added. Antonio looked carefully at his fingers and at the marks on the notepad. âWhere do we start this scientific examination? Every witch here could be guilty.â âWe should start with the knife,â I told him. âWhere is it?â âI do not know, since I could not interrogate the blade.â He looked exasperated with the turn of events he wasnât expecting. âI shall inquire as to its resting place.â He bowed slightly to us and left the brandy room. Oliviaâs ghost popped out of Dorothyâs bracelet. Even for Olivia, she looked stressed. âWhat are you doing, Molly? I canât believe you all are trying to reform the witchfinder. Have you lost your minds? This man is a monster. We all know that. He canât be bargained with or taught new ways of finding killers. We have to get out of here. He said you were innocentâlet him and the council take it from here.â âBut we may never know who killed Makaleigh that way,â I argued. âIt hasnât been easy getting to this point with him, Olivia. I donât think heâs a monsterâjust a man obsessed with his job and finding the truth. We can help him not to have to use enhanced interrogation techniques.â âItâs crazy. Dorothy, you should at least get out of here. Brian, get my daughter somewhere