Kathleen led Fritz to the drs office as fast as she could.  The town was silent most people were asleep.<br/><br/><br/>Douglas Maroon was sitting in his bed idling sleep.  When the knocking and hollering on his door came he rose and quickly making his way to the door he opened it and was pushed aside when Kathleen and a new comer came in holding who was that?  Jessup Malloy?  His heart stopped.<br/><br/>He motioned for him to lay the man, who it was obvious to him was dead on the floor.   And with a grim line on his face as he looked deep into Kathleen’s eyes.  “I’m sorry for your lost. Tell me my dear where was he last?”  Kathleen closed here eyes knowing that if she spoke a single name all hell would break lose and with the witch hunter standing next to her she was so lost for words.  She wrung her hands around her and sobbed again.  Douglas laid his arms on her shoulder trying to comfort the lass.  “Where was he Kathy?”<br/><br/>There was silence in the room as the thunder bellowed above.  Lightning striking in the sky.  She looked down to the ground and whispered.<br/><br/>“Cytherea’s cottage.  He had gone to bring her meat from the bull we killed this mourn. “<br/>