“Another death?" Tansy asked as she stood behind the glass counter at the front of The Murky Cauldron, glancing over at Mark Rochester. “He's not slowing down at all."
Wanda had just brought an armful of T-shirts out of the back to hang on the rack in the middle of the store. “A shame, really," the older witch said as she plopped the shirts on top of the others. “Why would anyone want to kill such innocent people? They weren't bothering anyone, living their own lives, getting what they could out of their existence." She shook her head as she made a tsk-tsk sound. “It's just sad."
Mark shook his head. “This…Tharon…is averaging a killing every four or five days, and those are just the ones I know about. I've searched the database, and nothing has popped, but that doesn't mean someone didn'
