The Clan was already mourning for Browntail. The Murder Team was up in the tree he'd been hanging from, looking for more clues. We were getting no where. Whoever this killer was, they were good. They would be extremely hard to catch. Earthtail was asking cats if they'd seen anything, Lambheart, along with our medicine cat Bigtail, were inspecting cats for cobwebs, and Goldenfoot, Silkface, and I were looking for evidence in the tree. "We're never going to catch this cat, are we?" I asked. "Good point." I said.