#Chapter 45: The Witch Doctor from Australia

"It's just weird," Charles snaps at Trent Mickle, who flinches slightly at his boss's tone. "Who is she? Where did she come from?"

"Dr. Evelyn Prism, from Australia," Mickle begins tentatively, wondering how many times they're going to have this conversation.

Charles actually picks up a pen and flings it at Mickle's head. Mickle dodges, and the pen harmlessly hits the doorway with a smack.

"I know all that," Charles roars at Mickle. "But it doesn't make sense! You know as well as I do that the whole thing is fishy. It's rotten. Something is rotten in the state of this mansion, and her name is – supposedly – Dr. Evelyn Prism."

"I just don't know what you want me to say, boss," Mickle says helplessly, waving his hands vaguely. "I've looked her up. She doesn't have a big online presence, but that's not surprising, given that she worked in remote locations for her entire career thus far."

"There must be something off," Charles says. "Something you can find. Fabricated degrees, reverse-sea