morning.â
âHmmmâ¦how do you know this?â Sarah asked, sitting up straight.
âI was studying to be a doctor when I met your aunt. I knew I was going to marry her on our first date.â He paused and beamed at the memory. âAfter that, being a doctor just didnât seem important anymore, so I became a teacher instead.â
âWow, I didnât know that.â
âYeah, one of my classes was forensic science when I was pre-med. Iâve always been interested in that kind of thing.â
âOh.â
âYou girls probably found Mrs. Fedewa just hours after she was murdered.â
Sarah stared at her uncle. âFor real?â
Uncle Walt nodded. âYeah.â
âYou know, all the kids thought she was a witch.â
âNo kidding?â
âYeah, I mean, she was kind of weird.â
âWeird is a far cry from being a witch, donât you think?â
Sarah rested her head on her clasped hands. âYeah, I guess. I just canât figure out why anyone would want to murder her.â
âI donât know either.â
Sarah raised her head. âDo you think someone murdered her because they thought she was a witch?â
Her uncle patted Sarahâs arm. âThereâs more to Mrs. Fedewa than the crazy rumors youâve heard around town.â
âLike what?â
âWell, she wasnât always weird. In fact, she was one of the richest ladies in town.â
âFor real?â Sarah raised her eyebrows and gaped at her uncle. âMan, you should have seen her house. It was piled high with newspapers all over the place. Are you sure she was rich?â
âYep.â
âYou couldnât tell by the way she lived. Why in the world would anyone want to live like that?â
âA very good question.â He pursed his lips and tapped the end of Sarahâs nose.
âItâs kind of freaky.â
âI think this is a good opportunity for you.â
âA good opportunity?â
âYes, to do some investigating.â
âYeah, but where do I start?â
âI would start by finding out as much as I could about the Cat Lady,â her uncle cracked a smile. âYou might be surprised by what you find.â
Sarah gave her uncle a wide grin. âOkay.â
âBut use your head. I donât want you kids taking unnecessary risks.â
The door opened and Officer Wilson walked in, stopping any further conversation.
âWell, it looks like your stories check out,â Wilson said.
âWhat does that mean?â Uncle Walt asked.
âAll three girls told the same story. So weâre satisfied theyâre telling the truth.â
âGreat, we can go, right?â Sarah tried to stand, but the skin on the back of her legs stuck to the chair.
âNot exactly.â
âWhat do you mean?â her uncle asked.
âWe have to get elimination prints from the girls.â
âElimination prints?â
âWe need to get their fingerprints, so we can eliminate them from any other prints we find at the crime scene.â
Sarah finally detached herself from the chair. She could see the heat residue her legs had left. It was rapidly disappearing because of the chilled room.
âFollow me please, and we can get this done quickly.â Officer Wilson opened the door and stepped out into the hall. He stopped and waited for Sarah and her uncle to follow him.
After all three girls had been printed, everyone walked down the hall toward the lobby. Sarah felt almost giddy with relief until the group happened upon Klonsky and another officer talking. As they walked by, Sarah glanced up and caught the copâs eye. He gave her a menacing stare.
âThere g o the killers right there. â Klonsky pointed at the three girls.
Klonskyâs words sent a chill down her spine. Didnât the other officer just say we were free to go? Doesnât that mean weâre