“My God, why? All these women were put to death, and not just by hanging. Burning, swimming…” Tam looked up, in tears. “That book I was telling you about—the one I read for my Master’s? The author claimed witch hunts were how they disposed of dangerous women—wisewomen, midwives, healers, the ones who refused to do men’s bidding—before the lunatic asylums, and it’s all here.” Tam poked at the page repeatedly. “No evidence, insubstantial evidence, no evidence, no evidence—they were all innocent. All of them.” With a little more care, she flipped to the next page, read it, sat back with a frown, then read it again. “Meredith Moorcroft.” She met Anneka’s gaze. “Coincidence?”