Not done yet.

Charles knew it hadn't been over. Catrina Morris being the killer was just too quick and clean of a solution. And now there had been yet another murder. This was getting way out of hand.

"How many deaths is it going to take until the people of this town finally take some damn initiative?" He muttered under his breath, "We need some kind of military presense here already, before every single last one of us dies!"

He couldn't take the sight of the baker's dead body anymore, and turned away. His stomach felt queasy, this death had been even more grotesque than the last. They needed to find this killer, immediately. Even if it meant lynching someone this time...they needed to end this, once and for all.