So far I had only speculated on her guilt, but after searching her personal computer, mail, and whatever I found in her home for clues – I still couldn’t read her mind – I found my answer. She had performed an ancient ritual.
I had to descend into the heart of darkness to gain the information I needed, and through a counter-ritual I easily made her mental wall collapse. She had deceived a benevolent deity into protecting her, sobbing and pleading, telling lies about how she had been forced to take part in my murder. It took a long time to reason with the goddess who, in the end, recognised the deceit of the manipulative scarecrow woman.
Especially in her e-mails she boasted about what she had done – exclamations and smileys included. My death hadn’t touched her, not even caused too much
