Night has already fallen by the time I finally locate Blackheart. Amazing how far one tom could get in the short time I'd taken to get on his trail. Moonlight outlined the white patches on his fur, making them glow like ivory, while the darkness consumed the black patches. Dark and light. I paused on a little hill, not sure how he would react to me. After all, it technically was my fault that he had been convicted for murder- though he was innocent, and he could've easily proved that by revealing his mint allergy... "Whose?" I asked gently. "Maybe I am," he said bitterly. "Murder is-" "It's her!"