“Ms. Morgan,” the short man said, a hint of anger on him as he shook my offered hand and raised his eyebrows at my leather pants. “Rose said you were here. I’m not surprised to find you in the middle of an argument.” He looked at Glenn, and the tall FIB officer shrugged, not a bit apologetic as he got to his feet.

“Captain,” Glenn said, taking a deep breath. “We were conducting a free-flow exercise concerning the possible alternate suspects for the witch hunter murders.”

“No you weren’t,” Edden said, and my eyes went to his at the anger in his voice. “You were gossiping about Councilman Kalamack. He’s not a suspect.”

“Yes sir,” Glenn agreed as Dunlop gave me an unreadable look and edged quietly out of the room, surprisingly agile for his size. “But I believe Ms. Morgan is entertaining a valid thought path.”

Surprised at the support, I blinked at Glenn.

Edden didn’t even look at me. “Stop the college psychobabble, Glenn. Dr. Anders is our prime suspect. You’d better have a good reason for pulling your energies from there.”

“Yes sir,” Glenn said, not at all upset. “Ms. Morgan has found a direct link from four of the six victims to Mr. Kalamack, and a probable window of opportunity for contact with Mr. Kalamack in the other two.”

Instead of being excited as I would have expected, Edden slumped. I stood up as he came close to look at the records tacked to the wall. His tired eyes went from one to the next. The last of the FIB officers left, and I went to stand beside Glenn. With a united front, maybe he might stop wasting our time and let us go after Trent.

Feet spread wide, Edden put his hands on his hips and stared at the sticky notes tacked to the reports. I found I was holding my breath, and let it out. Unable to resist, I said, “All but the last victim used ley lines heavily in their daily work. And there’s a slow progression from those highly skilled down to those just out of school and not yet using their degrees.”

“I know.” Edden’s voice was flat. “Which is why Dr. Anders is a suspect. She is the last ley line witch of any repute left in Cincinnati actively practicing. I think she’s getting rid of the competition. Especially as most of the victims were working in security related fields.”

“Or Trent just hasn’t gotten to her yet,” I said softly. “The woman is a cactus.”

Edden turned, putting his back to the reports. “Morgan, why would Trent Kalamack be killing ley line witches? He has no motive.”