“What?!” exclaimed Camistella in righteous anger. “This is clearly the work of intelligent zombies, orchestrated by some witch from Haran! I don’t know, of course, why she needed a dairy farm deep in the rear of Asuguh, but it’s very much in the style of Sariosa. I feel so sorry... And what happened to the infector?”
Even Camistella didn’t know why Sariosa was the one she suspected. It was probably intuition.