THEY BURN WITCHES, DON�T THEY?
Take one part twisted sociopath and add a double shot of psychosis-fueled misinterpretations of Bible scripture and prophecy, then toss in a copy of a fifteenth-century Witch hunting manual known as the Malleus Maleficarum. Mix well. What do you get? An even more twisted sociopath who now believes he is on a divine mission from God to single-handedly resurrect the Inquisition of medieval Europe�and he is armed with the instructions for doing so.
Set him loose on the world and he becomes a serious problem.
Set him loose in Saint Louis and he becomes my serious problem.
My name is Rowan Gant. The police call me their �Occult Practices and Alternative Religions Consultant.� That is just their media-friendly spin on what I really am�that being the unofficial Witch of the Major Case Squad.
You see, there is a bit more to me than just a cranium filled with arcane knowledge of religious history and the occult. I also have this unwanted affliction�I can hear the voices of the dead. To be specific, I hear murder victims crying out to me from the dark hereafter. The more heinous their deaths, the louder they are. Not all Witches can hear them. I�m just unlucky that way, I guess.
At any rate, you can rest assured, given the torture and murder spree this latest psycho is on, the din inside my head right now is damn near unbearable�
