“He called in for help right away,” Hassett said, spreading his hands. “Mostly it’ll probably be a civil case. The victim or his family might want to press charges, of course but was an accident. The only possible crime here was Mister Foley hiding his involvement.”

Emery nodded and screwed the filter onto his camera lens before taking pictures of the crime scene. He listened to the conversation that went on behind him as the pair of wardens discussed how best to proceed. Apparently, they weren’t sure if Foley would actually admit that he was the one using the trebuchet.

He turned back and tilted his head, “Is he coming here or are you going to him?” he asked.

“He’s on his way here,” Ingram replied.

“I can prove that the guilt is his then,” Emery said. “Guilt is an emotion only the man responsible for the incident would feel. Each person has a… unique psyche, a unique emotional signature. It can be matched up, like fingerprints.”

“So you can get a print of his emotions when he gets here and match it to the guilt that you already have,” Ingram said. “Can we use that?”

“Technically no,” Martha said.

“But he doesn’t need to know that,” Emery said. Martha looked at his with a mixture of shock and almost admiration. He turned and looked at the boulder and frowned. “I think I’m going to have to perform the kinetic stress test to get a more accurate reading,” he said, calmly.

“We’ll need to back up so we don’t interfere with your readings,” Hassett said. He looked up as they heard the crunching of leaves on the walkway toward them. Ingram and Martha stepped up to meet the small portly man who was approaching them.

“Mister Foley, I presume,” Ingram said. He gestured toward Emery and said, “This is Master Emery. He’s one of our forensics magicians. He’s performing a test on the crime scene that reads the emotions of those in the area during and after the event.”

“Fascinating,” Foley murmured, stepping up closer. When he came to stand before Emery, separated only by the boulder, Hassett snapped a picture. Emery smiled and the spell abruptly dissipated. “What?” he asked softly, looking around.

“Sorry, Mister Foley,” Emery said softly. “We needed your emotional signature, to compare with evidence we’ve already gathered. It seems there was guilt associated with at least one witness to the event. Guilt being a singular kind of emotion, belonging to those who feel… responsible for something.”

“It was an accident!” Foley shouted. He spun away from Emery and began pacing as he continued, “It was so early in the morning. I didn’t think there’d be anyone else out and about. I couldn’t see into the rock garden. There are trees in the way. I didn’t even know something had happened until – until I’d gathered up my things a prepared to go. Then everything happened just like I’d said. The rock was lighter than I expected and overshot. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I was just playing. I was getting ready for the Faire. We’re going to lay siege to the castle.”

Hassett stepped up and set a hand lightly on Foley’s shoulder. “Mister Foley, are you an innocent?” he asked softly.

Nodding the man whimpered, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, sir. Accidents happen,” Hassett replied softly. “It’s important that you called for help right away and I’m very glad that you did. Please be more careful in the future when you’re playing with your trebuchet, though.”

“I will. I promise,” Foley said softly.

“Please go with the officer and he’ll finish taking your statement.” When they were alone, he turned toward the others, “Well, that’s once case solved. Shall we be getting back, so we can write our reports?”

“Innocents,” Ingram said with a shake of his head. “Don’t they have watchers for people like him?”

“It depends on how young he is emotionally,” Martha said. “If he’s an adult he doesn’t need any more supervision than Master Emery does but he’d be just as upset by something like this.”

“It would certainly be upsetting for me,” Emery replied.