Anna took the cup and sipped slowly, mostly out of politeness and the need to hide the annoyed grimace she struggled to contain. She let out a slow breath, calmly venting the frustration. It was because of women like Abigail Coobs that the archaic institutions in the East could keep claiming women as weak and simple minded and it frustrated Anna to no end. But there was no time to scold the wretched woman for her weakness and the Lord only saved those who took the step towards saving themselves. There was still a pack of murderers to find and Anna was barely closer to finding them then when the pack had first rode into town.
Calmly setting the cup town on the nearby table, Anna slowly walked up to Abigail, staring down at her with the coldest look she could muster. "Do not lie to me, Abigail Coobs. I know your husband had moral failings. Now I must know how far these failings extended. I must know everything your husband has done since the attacks began, up until the moment of his death."
After a pause to let her words sink in, Anna took a step back and feigned a sad sigh as she slowly shook her head. "And, you should know, if no other suspect is found, Nate Blake will surely hang for the murder of the sheriff. All I need is evidence that Elias dealt with whatever wretched souls are behind the attacks, anything that would explain why he could never find the culprits. Journals, records, anything that showed what he was doing. Surely you would have noticed any sudden change in your dear, loving husband. Unless your intention is to hide his sins, which would mean you are complicit in his foul deeds." She brought her hand down, brushing back her coat and resting her hand on the grip of the whip she kept tied to her belt. Anna fixed her piercing stare on Abigail once again, and waited.